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[ja3hwa]

Congratulations on 3K my love, it's rightfully early and I'm so happy to be a moot and read your talented writing.

Can I please request...Jongho and the prompts:

52: Maybe you should just give up

23: I can't wait to take this off you

Thank you lovely!!

Prompts : As Listed Above^^

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Running for most of the night, you seek a safe haven from a sweet stranger. The only thing is, he wasn't such a stranger by the end of the night.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  5.96k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Smut, Fake Angst, Fluff.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: (FreedomFighter) Criminal!Jongho x Runaway!Reader (She/Her Female Anatomy Used)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Dystopian world. LORE ACCURATE! Jongho is viewed as a criminal, but he's more of an anarchist. Making out. Dry humping. Knife play. Lingerie. Unprotected sex. Swearing. Pet names. Fake names. Run in with the law. Criminal activity. Big beefy Jongho. Fake non-con (dub-con)Nipple play. Use of the word slut. Pussy torture. Mention of subspace. Climaxing without penetration. Crying (slight dacryaphilia). Ripping of clothing. Sir kink. Mean-ish Dom/sub dynamics. Multiple orgasms.

Note : I went a little overboard with this one, and I have no clue why. It just kinda grabbed a hold of me. But I hope you enjoy it, my darlings ♡♡

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You ran. As fast as your legs could take you. Running through the quiet streets, the moon only just lighting your way. Your hand gripped the poles to a barrier of some kind, pulling yourself up with momentum before not so gracefully swinging over the barbed fencing. You didn’t look back, not wanting to see how close the two very ample men chased you. You swore over and over in your head as you thought for a second about which direction will shake them from your tail. In truth, this was completely your fault. You had to open your stupid mouth about freedom and down with the government towards one of those freaky men in all white. And now he called his hounds on you. Typical. Two very shivery-looking cops. Pigs….

“Shit…” You mumbled finding yourself in a dead end, not knowing what to do. That was until your eyes spotted a glint of light, a mechanic shop that seemly was still open. Better that than getting caught. You thought, jogging over, making sure no one spots you. There was a car covered in a tarp in the centre of the shop floor, with tools and machines scattered around it. Who would be working on a customer's car this late? Another thought wondered in your mind as you tilted your head to the right slightly. You walked carefully through the shop, past all the tools. Making sure not to hit the car on the way through. You notice a door in the back, thinking the worker was possibly behind it. A decision came to mind, knock and ask nicely for the worker to help, or… force them to help you. 

God, when did you become such a bad person? Forcing someone into helping you? How could you even begin to think of such a thing? 

“Is there a reason why a cute thing like yourself is doing in my shop late at night?” A deep voice echoed around you, making your body shiver and your brain near short circuit. Turning quickly you see a man standing next to the covered car, leaning against it with his large arms crossed. You go to open your mouth when your eyes glance over the piece of the cloth on the car that was tugged upwards from the strange man leaning against it. That when you noticed what type of car it was…. it was.

“Are you going to answer me or am I gonna have to arrest you and ‘terrogate it out of you?” His accent caught you off guard, making you take a step back almost bumping into a rack of equipment. The blue and red stripes that decorate the car, and the badge that hangs on his pants just hiding under his mechanic jacket.

“You’re a…” Your eyes were glued to his badge. He took notice, looking down himself with a sly smirk. His hand pulls his jacket up so he could pull the badge off his belt.

“A cop?” He tilted his head while waving the gold emblem in your face slightly. You felt your throat go dry, not only had you spent the last hour running from cops, but now you had run straight into the lion's den. Your doe eyes scattered around the room, trying to look for a way out and before you could notice, the strange tall man stepped towards you. His tongue clicks, scanning your features. You were definitely beautiful and… different. He has never met a woman in trouble with the law before. So, of course, you intrigued him. “Maybe you should stop running. Or I might just cuff you and make you give up.”

You visibly gulped, feeling so small in power compared to him. Your eyes snapped from his to gaze down his broad body towering over you. You can smell his vanilla musk cologne making your head spin in the best way. You were falling slowly into his seductive trap and he was excited about it.

“You’re not a typical cop…” You scanned the badge a little more intensely and notice the number on it was forged. A very good one at that but no good enough to fool someone like you. It finally clicked in your head who he could be. You’ve heard about a group of criminals as the government calls them. But they were more like freedom fighters, anarchists…. So He was a good guy? Right?

“No, I’m not.” He chuckled darkly, feeling himself go crazy at the innocence that spilled off your tongue. You were like a little bunny, running right into a wolf trap. Scared but just as intrigued as him.

“I think she went this way!!” A loud voice echoed into the shop, making you start to panic. You needed to leave, to hide. Maybe run? The man in front of you suddenly took a step back, walking quickly over to the door to what you thought was an office. He tilted his head with a hurried ‘in here’. you moved into the room seeing it was in fact an office, but there was a little couch that had seemly been turned into a bed. It was messy, papers scattered everywhere, but you couldn’t care about anything at the moment, only worrying about the actual cops that had been chasing you for most of the night.

Two guards stop outside the shop, inspecting it. But before they could enter any further, your stranger stepped out. “Can I help you, boys?” He chucked a have-ass smile while rubbing his hands against a dirty oil.

“Who are you?” “Where’s Mr Alexander..” “You’re not the normal mechanic.” “Have you seen a woman run past here?”

“Guys, chill. I’m John.” The stranger that seemed to be named John, shook his head trying to calm the pigs down. “Alex is sick currently so I’ve taken over.” he gave both men a devilish smile, seemingly making both men calm down. He then directed them in a direction towards the far city border, saying he did hear some faint women's voice echoing down those particular streets. And so, off they went, disappearing into the night. 

“John huh…” You spoke, leaning against the door frame seeing the men have finally left and you were in the clear. John turned around and rubbed the back of his neck slightly giving you a softened look.

“Actually John is not my name. But I don’t need them knowing who I really am.”

You took a step forward, nodding a bit, while crossing your arms in front of your chest almost like you were trying to protect yourself. you held off your question for a moment watching as he took a step forward, inching ever closer to you. Like it was an unspoken rule to be close to one another. Like a pull of some sort, making sure neither of you were too far from the other.

“Then what do I call my saviour then?” you tried to laugh a little in order to make light of your awkwardness. Which seemed to work as he too laughed slightly. 

“Jongho….Choi Jongho…”His gummy smile made your heart flutter.

“Cute.” You spoke without thinking suddenly catching yourself out. “I-uh… I…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, mind completely going blank. He seemed to notice, taking another step forward, daring his chances. He wants to see how close he could exactly get to you. And with every short step, it's proven you aren't afraid of him. In fact it seemed like you were more enticed, slipping into a slumber of calmness around both of you.

“Not as cute as yours is, I assume.” He pushed even further noticing a blush paint your features, decorating your precious ears. You didn’t notice at first, but his body was almost flushed against yours. But neither of you felt the need to move away from one another. Like you two had spent forever being close and never apart. His hands dared to touch you, wanting to feel the softness of your skin. 

“My name is…” His eyes drew to your lips as you spoke your name.

“Like I thought…” His fingers, grabbed a piece of hair that layed on your face, pushing it behind your ear “Cute.” Jongho said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He was all sharp angles, his jaw looking like it was carved from steel. Even his eyes looked so harsh as he stared down at you. The world around you seemed to disappear like all the wrongs and time have stopped.

His eyes grew darker, feeling a sense of need or want. He needed to touch you and wanted to have you. A shiver threatened to wrack your body at the way his lips wrapped into a smile of affirmation, the hint of warmth and lust seeping into his tone. It was enough to have sparks flaring to your core, but you tamped them down immediately, your face trying to remain unphased.

Jongho’s grin ticked up higher as he could somehow read your thoughts, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he held a hand out to you, before whispering to you, “Come with me,” he murmured, the snap of a command in his tone.

Nervously, you slid your fingers into his grasp, feeling the callouses of his palm rub against the smoothness of your own. Another shiver slipped down your spine. Your legs felt weak beneath your weight and before you could stop yourself, you stumbled slightly as he pulled you along towards the back room. 

Once inside he pulled you close to himself, letting your hands fall to press against his chest, feeling his firm muscles beneath his jacket. His arms went around your waist, steadying you and drawing you closer. Looking up into Jongho’s face, you caught him staring down at you with hunger. Heat began to rise in your tummy, your body catching on before your mind. Leaning further against his chest without another thought. You were lost in his touch, his scent, but a moment later, his voice interrupted your staring.

“Didn’t think a woman who ran like you did to get here would be so unsteady on her feet,” Jongho murmured, a teasing smirk curling the corner of his mouth. Locking your knees, you try to make sure you didn’t stumble again. His sharp eyes were watching you closely, a smile so mischievous, his white teeth flashing making you gulp in anticipation. 

“You know I couldn’t help but think the moment I saw you tonight was how I can’t wait to take this off you.” He spoke his lustful promise in a deep tone while his fingers dance along the fabric of your top. Then he grabbed you suddenly, pulling you into his arms again. You fell into him, pressing flush against his body and feeling the bulge of his erection against your stomach. “Should I show you now—spread you out and make you cum on my cock on my office table?”

You gasped in irony, spitting out, “You wouldn’t dare.” Jerking a hand free in a cheeky manner from where he’d pinned them to your sides. Jongho smiled slowly, his expression all teeth and hunger as need sparked in his eyes. It seemed he intended to take your words as a challenge because, in the next breath, he was walking you backwards until you hit the office desk with the back of your knees. You didn’t fight against him, letting the lustfulness take hold of you. Wetness pooling between your thighs while you gripped against his muscled chest, your own desire growing with each breath you took.

Your tall stranger reached behind you, pressing his chest to you, his eyes drilling into yours, and cleared off the table with one clean sweep of his arm making papers and whatever else fall off around the room. “Is that a challenge honey? You want me a stranger to take you? Use you? Fuck you nice and hard?” he said, his words rumbling in his chest, the vibration teasing through your body. He had a determined look on his face and, at that moment, you thought he looked a bit like a god himself. He was eternal in your eyes.

“It’s a promise…” You whispered, feeling his gaze sweep down your body, hunger painting his face. Before you could start to squirm and add to your fake protest, he pushed you down on the office counter fully, covering your body with his own, and pressing you into the hardwood. He pinned your hands above your head, his hips settling against yours, his hardness flushing against your softness.

“Just wait and see then my honey—I always keep my promises.” With that, he placed his soft mouth against yours, taking your lips in a fierce kiss.

His lips pressed and tugged on your own, coaxing you with brutal diligence. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, working you slowly. You gave in to him quickly almost forgetting you were supposed to have resistance from him. Your legs shifted, your knees widening as he slid between them, settling heavily into the cradle of your thighs. His hard, thick cock pressed to your heated core and a breathy moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. You were lost to sensation, pleasure overwhelming your mind as you melted beneath your oh-so-friendly stranger. The corners of Jongho’s mouth tipped up as he pressed his advantage, grinding his hips into the opening from your thighs, gifting more gasps and moans from you. He slid his hands up from your wrists, tangling with your fingers even as he kept you pinned to the table, his lips working against yours perfectly. He fucked your mouth with his tongue and rocked his cock against your clit, taking possession of your body. 

It felt as though your mind had lost control of your body. Your thighs spreading wider and your knees climbed Jongho’s sides in haste, opening yourself up for him more willingly. Your fingers squeezed his, clinging to him and no longer trying to fight him off―but let's face it you weren't trying that hard to get him off you―. You were lost, your tongue twisted with his, your hips rising off the table to meet his grinding thrusts. Your bodies came together in a lustful and most primal dance. 

You pulled away from him so you could catch your breath, suddenly taking in your surroundings. Your body begged for him, a shiver of anticipation trickling down your spine and heat dripping from your core even as your brain told you to be wary of him. He is a stranger after all and you should always second-guess everything you did. Right? He moved to catch your wrists in one hand again so he could smooth the edge of his thumb down the side of your face, still holding you pinned to the office counter. As you stared up into Jongho’s hard eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw something almost soft in his gaze. It sent your heart thudding in your chest. It was hard enough to resist him when he was a stranger. If he went more soft and tender on you, you knew you’d be lost to him—not just your body, but your heart.

The softness you saw in his eyes moments ago was suddenly replaced with a dark hunger. A cocky smirk swept across his face as he tsked his tongue at you. “You look amazing honey. You know that?” he cheeked. With his free hand, he procured a small letter opener knife, grazing it along your side.

An audible whine sound burst from your mouth, and before you could nit back at him with a cheeky remark, Jongho was slicing through the tight fabric of your shirt, revealing the lingerie you’d worn beneath. It was red and lacy, with lavish silk ribbons holding the delicate material together to hide your most intimate places. Jongho ripped your garment down to your navel, his brown eyes sparkling with an insatiable pride at the sight of your body on display for him.

“Oh, Honey,” he murmured in a low rumbling that went straight to your pussy, making you throb. When his eyes had taken a long perusal of your soft breasts and curved plump waist, Jongho’s gaze returned to yours. “Did you wear this pretty little getup for yourself? Huh?” he asked in a taunting tone. He traced the flat tip of his knife around the edges of your lingerie, your body rioting at the feel of the cold steel against your skin. “or did you think someone was going to peel it off you tonight?”

Your expression hardened into a glare at his question, biting your lip you suddenly lost focus. Dropping the act for a moment you wanted to laugh, forgetting how to respond. “I wanted you to see it…” your mind went fuzzy, making him give you a bright smile, chuckling lightly at your subby tone.

“Baby…You wanna answer that differently?” He had to laugh, the plan you to made completely crumbling. The teasing tone he did went through your body, making your core dampen further.

“I’m sorry sir…” You whine grinding more desperately against him, dropping the act now entirely. You had planned out the evening so differently with Jongho early in the week, talking about wanting to up your sex life and mixing it with your “job” per say. But this was definitely not what you expected. The dominance Jongho showed, blurred your mind and sent you into a space you didn’t know you could enter. A submissive space where you could let Jongho take complete control and care for you.

He flicked his knife, slicing it through the lace covering one of your breasts. He didn’t wait for an answer, instead, he lent down and took your nipple into his warm mouth. Your gasp was seemingly answer enough for him as he growled appreciatively at the feel of you. He teased your nipple into a tight, hardened peak with his tongue and teeth, leaving it and nibbling on your sensitive flesh until you were breathing heavily.

Jongho had tortured your nipple to his satisfaction before he let it fall from his mouth and blew across it, the feeling of his warm breath on your wet, sensitive skin made you shiver in his hold. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together but your lover's hips were still wedged between your legs, his cock twitching against your slit through the layers of your thing joggers. Jongho noticed your body’s reaction to him and he grinned, catching your eye so you could see the spark of amusement in his gaze. He trailed his soft lips across your chest as he used his knife to push away the lace covering your other breast letting your chest free.

“Tell me how wet you are baby.” Jongho growled, his chocolate eyes darkening with intensity as he stared at you. With your hands pinned above your head and your lover wielding a knife, you pressed your lips tightly together trying to hide your desperate whimper. You held Jongho’s gaze, while he chuckled as he dipped his head and took your nipple into his mouth again, delivering the same treatment upon it as he had your other previously. A sharp gasp fell from your lips and your head fell back against the wooden office with a thud. you felt your head spin slightly from the pain but you couldn't care less as his tongue continued to swirl around your sensitive bud. He attacked your soft plump tits with a caringness you’d never known before until meeting him, licking and sucking on your nipples. All you could do was lay there at his mercy, trying not to be too loud in case someone else would hear the breathy moans and hearty gasps that wanted to escape your lips.

By the time he pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face, you were nothing more than a puddle of desire on his friend's office table. Your body was soft and compliant beneath his large frame and it took all your restraint in your foggy brain not to roll your hips against his, seeking the friction from his aching appendage that your weeping pussy so desperately needed.

“Mmm, I’m going to have fun with you, honey.” He rumbled, his deliciously smooth and deep voice settling low in your heated core. He lavished your chest with kisses for a moment. The drag of his jaw sent a delightful shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help yourself, a moan fell from your lips. “Such a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” 

“Please Jongiee” you shot back not bothering to answer him. Your voice was breathier than you could handle not being able to control yourself anymore. He rocked his hips into yours, making your words dissolve into a pathetic moan. He ground his hard length against your dripping core through the layers of your clothes, stoking your pussy against the harsh fabrics. 

“What was that, baby?” he asked teasingly, but yet, an affectionate tone. “You want me to take care of you?”

You had to stop yourself from nodding like an idiot and agreeing with him straight away. But he knew what you wanted, reading you like an open book. Slipping his fingers through your papers, learning each word and chapter writing all over your beautiful body. A satisfied smirk curled on his mouth, the expression so sinful you didn’t know if you wanted to slap him for keeping you waiting or pull him down for a kiss and beg him to fuck you so hard you see stars. Your eyelids fluttered and a soft, gasping moan fell from your lips as pleasure rocked through you.

Jongho knew too well how to work your body up into a frenzy, his hips grinding his hard cock into your dripping pussy while his mouth lavished your nipples with kisses and bites that sent pleasure shooting straight to your core. He toyed with one of your nipples again, furthering his torture on your body. He circled the other nipple with the sharp tip of his knife, sending excited thrills through your body. 

Your pleasure was rising higher and higher, coiling tightly as your legs clung to your lover’s waist and your own hips rose to meet his hard, grinding thrusts. When he rubbed his hard cock against your clit again and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, your eyes flew open as the tension in your body suddenly snapped. A sharp cry escaped your mouth and your body trembled as you came all over your panties and most lightly your joggers.

You were unravelled, your body quaking and your lips moaning his name like a broken record as your orgasm ripped through you. A sob tore from your throat and tears spilled from your eyes and pleasure overwhelmed your mind. It was too much to comprehend that you had come so hard for him and you both still had most of your clothes on.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he murmured the soft praise as his grinding hips worked you through the aftershocks of your release. “Such a good little slut for me” He kissed away your stary tear “My Darling,” he said, his voice a low rumble. The possessiveness in his tone washed over you, making your heart thump in agreement.

“My Jongie,” you whispered through swollen lips from his kisses and your crying. His expression softened into a look so pure and vulnerable. You wiggled your hands against his hold until he let you free. Slowly, you brought your arms down and reached for him, cupping his face in both your hands. “Mine,” you said fiercely.

A gentle, genuine smile curved his mouth. “Yours,” he replied before leaning down and placing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. When he pulled away, his voice was gruff with emotion. “I love you.” Before you could respond, he began tearing the clothes from your body, using his knife to rip it to shreds while being careful not to hurt you in the process. Happiness and excitement bubbled up in your chest. You giggled before you could stop yourself, delight soaring through you. 

Something warm and overwhelming filled your heart and you smiled up at your man. “I love you too,” you murmured, reaching your hands out to him. He shed his jacket, tossing it onto the couch beside both of you, before climbing back up your body. You tilted your head into his soothing touch as he stroked your cheek, but were quickly distracted by his shirt, running your hands up his chest to his collarbone. 

Your fingers made quick work of the material as you responded to him. You pushed his shirt off and let your fingers start to explore his bare chest. He was all cut muscle and golden skin. There were scars dotting across his pecs and abdomen from old wounds, and you traced those delicately wishing you could kiss each of them like you have so many times before. Smiling down at you with affection written plainly across his face as he discarded the item on top of his jacket. Ducking down, Jongho dragged his lips slightly over yours in a ghost of a kiss. Grumbling through a smile of your own, you tilted your head, capturing his mouth in a proper kiss. His lips curled in a smile before he devoured you with his kiss, his mouth demanding and possessive as it moved against yours. When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless.

“Ready for my cock, Honey?” Jongho rumbled, grinding his hardness against your dripping pussy through his pants and your leggings. Heat and need coursed through you, your wet folds rubbing against the drenched lace between your legs and the hot, hard length of him. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Please Sir pretty please….”

Jongho chuckled, The ruins of your shirt and bra lay in tatters around you, framing your body for his eyes only. “God and here I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful.” He trailed the edge of his knife down your body, digging into your soft skin but never actually piercing your flesh. The delicious drag of the blade made you shiver, but the loss of contact against your pussy had your mind clearing somewhat but not quite.

Jongho pressed the flat edge of his knife against your clit to let you feel the cold steel against your heated flesh. He grinned down at you, bending down and planting a hand beside your head, watching as pleasure contorted your face. He dragged his knife against your clit, watching as your hips twitched in response. You gasped and writhed beneath Jongho’s knife. He was being so careful, and you were trying not to move too much so you didn’t hurt yourself, but it was too much of a tease for you to control. You needed more. And with a flick of his wrist, Jongho caught the hem of your leggings on the tip of his knife and he sliced through it, baring you finally as he tugged all the broken fabric off you. You whimpered as the cool air of the office brushed against your heated core.

“So beautiful, Honey,” he murmured, his tone adoring as he worshipped you with his eyes. He began dragging his knife along your body, tracing your soft curves slowly. He circled your nipples with the tip of the blade, making you gasp as excitement thrilled through you, shooting directly to your slit and making you throb desperately.

He moved the blade down so he could tease your clit with the blunt edge of the knife. He then slid it through your dripping folds and you fought to hold yourself still when all you wanted was relief. It was blissful torture. Chuckling, Jongho pulled the steel blade away from your throbbing core, holding your gaze as he licked your arousal from the silver edge. For a moment, you were stunned by this man's actions. Your fingers shaking in their eagerness, you reached for Jongho’s belt, undoing it and reaching into his pants to pull out the cock. He was thick and hot in your hands, feeling bigger and heavier now that it was out of his jeans.

You circled your fingers around his girth while he twitched in your hands, making saliva pool in your mouth as you ached to take him down your throat. While you stroked his cock loosely, Jongho hastily threw his knife down beside you and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, your focus getting distracted when his muscular thighs were revealed to you. You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his thick thighs his big, hard cock. His big beefy frame. He leaned down over you, bracing himself on a forearm beside your head. His lips found yours in a kiss while you continued stroking his length, twisting your hand around his tip and smearing his precum down his length until he pulled away with a groan. “Let me inside that sweet pussy, honey,” he rasped, an almost desperate pleading note in his voice.

Moaning and nodding your head, you guided his hard length to your slick folds, rubbing the tip of him through your wet pussy and teasing your clit until you were both panting against each other's lips. Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, you pushed the head of his cock at your entrance and his hips pressed forward until his tip drove into your tight heat. You both moaned raggedly, staring into each other's eyes. 

“So fucking tight, Honey, so perfect,” Jongho rasped, dragging his lips across your jaw and planting kisses down your throat. “You are just made for me aren’t you baby.”

Nodding stupidly, you wrapped your arms around Jongho’s shoulders and held on, moaning loudly when he pushed deeper into your fluttering hole. He was so hot and hard, but he was moving too slowly for your liking. You needed more and you needed it now. Your knees climbed the sides of Jongho’s chest planting your feet onto the wood table below you, opening yourself for him so you could urge him deeper. A growl tore from Jongho’s throat and he shoved his cock deep, burying himself in your pussy and making you cry out sharply as your tight hole stretched to accommodate his thick length. He filled you up perfectly, pausing for a moment to give you time to adjust. He rumbled random words before sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth hard enough to leave his mark on your body.

Your heart thumped in your chest as he filled you up so perfectly and you felt so safe and cherished in his arms. “Jongie,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his soft mixed-dyed hair. You rolled your hips in an effort to get him moving, unsure if you could get your lips to work enough to form a sentence. Your walls clenched desperately around Jongho’s thick cock, needing the friction that would drive your pleasure higher. Jongho recognized your body’s pleas and began moving his hips, at first only rolling in small thrusts, grinding the base of himself against your clit. It felt so good, nearly taking your breath away, and yet it wasn’t enough. You wanted him to fill you up and fuck you hard.

“Jongho, please, I need more—fuck me harder, fuck me like your little slut, please,” you begged, your voice raspy with desire.

“Mm,” He hummed, rising so he hung above you. His darkened gaze roved over your face, taking in the way your expression was twisted with pleasure and need. “You beg so sweetly, Honey,” he murmured, a smirk curling the edge of his mouth as warm affection shone in his eyes. He pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was still inside you before slamming deep into your waiting heat, wrenching a lusty cry from your lips. “Such a gorgeous little slut for my cock.”

All you could do was moan in response as he set a brutal pace, fucking you so thoroughly your mind went blank but for the pleasure that consumed you. Jongho growled out through gritted teeth, his cock ploughing into your wet pussy over and over, driving your pleasure higher and higher. He sealed a kiss from your lips. Then he shifted the angle of his body, pushing your thighs up and wider for him. Letting your calves hang over his shoulders and pinning you to the wooden table with his heavy weight. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, Honey,” He muttered, his eyes fixed on the spot where your bodies joined. 

“Fuck yes, please Sir, cum inside me,” you said with a filthy moan, your head flailing as your pleasure peaked. You clung to his biceps, nails digging into his skin to ground you as your mind threatened to float away on a wave of bliss. He pressed more kisses to your face before shifting his weight onto his knees. His hand circled your throat, pinning you to the office array. His fingers squeezed the sides of your neck lightly making your body finally settle. Jongho didn’t grip you too hard, but you found it was exactly what you needed. Your eyes opened and you stared up at him, feeling devotion in your heart and knowing it was written plainly across your face. 

“Cum for me,” he rumbled, his free hand finding your clit as he kept pounding into your soaked cunt. His cock hit a spot deep inside you on every thrust and that, along with his fingers mercilessly rubbing your clit, had sparks flaring all over your body. You came with a choked scream, your body going tense and your hips rising off the furniture to take Jongho’s cock further inside you, as deep as it would go. Pleasure overwhelmed your senses until you were staring mindlessly up at him with a goofy smile. When your awareness returned, the first thing you saw was the awe on Jongho’s face. You grabbed him and dragged him down for a messy kiss, his cock still pounding into your clenching pussy. 

“Cum inside me, Jongho,” you muttered when you pulled away, letting him see your eyes and how desperate you were for him. “Please…” Jongho squeezed his eyes shut for a moment like he needed to gather himself, and when he opened them again, they were sparked with determination, lust and something deeper. He growled in affirmation as he shoved his cock inside you, plunging as deep as he could go, his thrusts turning sloppy as he chased his own release. After a few more strokes, he came with a loud groan. His cock twitched as he spilled his white liquid in your pussy and you moaned softly at the feeling of him filling you up.

He then collapsed soon after on top of you, letting your legs fall around his waist as he lay his head on your still-heaving chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. You threaded your fingers through his wet hair, enjoying its softness as you both caught your breath. After a short while, Jongho picked his head up and looked at you, satisfaction written candidly in the grin on his face. You couldn’t help but smile in return, drawing him in for a kiss. 

“So much for roleplay.” He giggled through the kiss.

“I prefer knife play anyway…”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your words.

-♥︎

[the-mortuary-witch]

HEL

WHO IS SHE?

Hel, also called Hella and Hela, is the name used to refer to the Goddess of the Underworld in Norse mythology. She is the daughter of Loki and the Goddess of death, disease, decay, and destruction. Hel is a mysterious, otherworldly deity who presides over the realm of the dead. According to the lore, her followers would be taken to her afterlife after death, where they would face their eternal fate. Though her domain is dark and seemingly frightening, Hel is a powerful and important deity in Norse mythology and has strong ties to the otherworld and the afterlife.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: in Norse mythology, Hel is described as a very pale but beautiful woman, often with dark, pale hair. She is sometimes depicted as being very thin and gaunt, with a corpse-like appearance. She is also described as often being very sorrowful and sad, and she is known to be a rather ominous and sinister figure. She is often depicted wearing dark, gothic-style clothing and bearing a variety of symbols associated with death and the Underworld.

Personality: Hel is often described as being very sorrowful and solemn. She is often depicted as being a rather quiet and melancholy figure, lacking in the warmth and friendliness that is attributed to the other Norse goddesses. She is generally regarded as being a somewhat sinister and oppressive presence, and she is often seen as having a much darker and more brooding nature than her sisters.

Symbols: ankh, wolves, bones and skulls, ravens, corpse, scythe, fire, spiral, broom, rake, and Hagalaz Rune

Goddess of: death and the afterlife

Culture: Norse

Plants and trees: beech, alder, elm, ivy, juniper, willow, yew, nightshade, belladonna, datura, nettle, wormwood, elder, hellebore, mistletoe, and blackberries

Crystals: obsidian, amethyst, black onyx, bloodstone, jet, and black tourmaline

Animals: rats, wolves, hellhounds, black mare, dogs, crows, and serpents

Incense: myrrh, dragon’s blood, frankincense, and patchouli

Colours: dark green, black, dark blue, red, white, and dark purple

Numbers: 9 and 13

Zodiac: Scorpio

Tarot: Death, The Tower, and Suit of Swords

Planet: Pluto

Days: Monday, Halloween, Yule, Samhain, Helrbjörg, and Allhallowtide

Parents: Loki and Angrboða

Siblings: Fenrir, Jörmungandr, Váli, Narfi, and Sleipnir (Odin’s horse)

Partner: N/A

Children: N/A

MISC:

• Wolves: which are often seen as the guardians of the underworld.

• Ravens and crows: associated with the realm of the dead.

• Pluto: the planet associated with death and rebirth.

• Moon: is the celestial object associated with death, madness, and witchcraft.

• The wolf Gnaa, whose name translates to "the one of the deep" and is the guardian of the underworld.

• Helhest: a mystical three-legged horse that can run across the sky and the sea, carrying souls to the World of Death.

• The black dog Cegrim: which is said to guide souls to the land of Hel.

• The Norns: who are the three Goddesses who spin the fate of each individual soul.

FACTS ABOUT HEL:

• Holds a biconical horn, called a drink horn, which she uses to drain the souls from dead mortals.

• She is the daughter of Loki and Angrboda.

• Garmr (sometimes also called Garm) is the dog or hound that is considered to be Hel's guardian and protector in Norse mythology. Garm is a demonic and monstrous creature, with the size and strength of a bear, the aggression and cunning of a wolf, and the ferocity and loyalty of a dog. Garm is also immortal and has the unique ability to never sleep or rest, which makes him an incomparable guardian and companion to Hel.

• Bears the nickname Goddess of the Dead.

• She resides in a giant estate called Helheim.

HOW TO WORK WITH HEL:

To respectfully work with Hel, set up a sacred space dedicated to her and keep it organized and clean. Honour her symbols of death and rebirth with your attire, decorations, and rituals and rituals. Use colours associated with death and rebirth (black, dark purple, and dark green) in decorations and rituals. Light candles and incense during rituals and dispose of them responsibly.

PRAYER FOR HEL:

"Hail Hel, Lady of the Underworld. I come to you seeking your guidance and protection. Please bless me with your wisdom and help me to walk the path of death and rebirth. Guide me into the realms of darkness, so I may emerge stronger and more enlightened.” 

"Now that I have honoured you and asked for your guidance, I offer this as a humble offering in your name. Accept my gratitude and blessings, and may our paths cross again in the future. Hail to you, Lady of the Underworld, I bid you farewell for now. Hail Hel.”

SIGNS THAT HEL IS CALLING YOU:

• Feeling a sense of pull or attraction to her energy and teachings.

• Experiencing synchronicity or signs that point to her presence.

• You have dreams or visions about her.

• You hear/see her name on the TV, radio, online, in books, etc.

• You recently had a family member pass away

• You’re currently working on healing from religious trauma, specifically fears of death and Hell

• The Death card continually pops up in a reading

• Hagalaz rune is calling to you and showing up everywhere

• Hel’s animals are coming to you as a sign: dog, wolf, or horse

• An increased sense of devotion and reverence towards her.

• Feel drawn to her symbols or representations, such as skulls, bones, and Gothic imagery.

• Something in your life triggers an intense emotional or mental reaction where you feel a strong urge or desire to work with her and embrace her teachings.

• Experiencing a strong sense of passion, dedication, or devotion towards her.

OFFERINGS:

• Money

• Jewelry with dark or gothic themes, as she is often depicted wearing such items in artwork.

• Precious stones

• Weaponry.

• Alcohol or other intoxicating substances.

• Herbs.

• Food or drinks: tea, soup, meat, honey, bread, milk, fruit, and other delicacies.

• Mold.

• Items that represent the cycle of life and death: such as bones, skulls, jewelry with a skeleton theme, and plants associated with death and rebirth.

• Fire or candles: associated with the realm of the dead.

• Music and instruments: she was said to be a talented musician and musician herself.

• Dried flowers.

• Blood.

DEVOTIONAL ACTS FOR HEL:

• Keep a journal, record your thoughts and feelings about her.

• Create an altar or sacred space for her.

• Read or study books on Norse mythology and the goddess Hel.

• Pray to her and ask for her guidance and protection.

• Mindfully clean the graves of deceased loved ones. Talk to them when you visit. If you can’t visit your loved one’s graves, you can write to them and burn it. Watch the letter burn and think that the fire and smoke is delivering the message to them.

• Keep a small altar to honor your beloved who have passed and tend to it. Do not forget their names.

• Honour and embrace all of your emotions. This includes your negative emotions such as anger, jealousy, pain, etc. Accepting and acknowledging these emotions helps process them better and thus help you be a better person. Denying them allows them to fester.

• Do shadow work especially during Sundays.

• Do spirit work. Be cautious when you this and properly protect yourself and dismiss the spirit soon after.

• Do ancestral work and establish ancestral healing starting with you. This helps heal the ones who have come before you.

• Take time to sit in silence and watch the world move around you. You can do this in a symbolic way by leaving fruit like an apple outside and watch it rot.

• Meditate and learn the value of taking a pause in this fast-paced world.

• Accept change and adapt to it.

• Learn to appreciate the sudden changes or slight inconveniences in life. See the positive side of it.

• Learn the value of patience.

• Live your life as if it was your last (mindfully).

• Volunteer in cleaning cemeteries or in your local mortuary

• Keep a garden and care for it. (Some SDAs say she likes roses but she could ask you to care for other plants)

• Visit or volunteer in hospital work especially for the critically ill. Bring joy into their life even for a short while. You don’t know how much time they have left.

• Dress in neutral and dark colours.

• Dedicate a playlist for her.

• Collect animal bones. Clean then and breathe life into them (do so ethically, killing animals for bones is a blatant disrespect for Hel, the animal and the law).

• Adopt unwanted animals (the ones who are critically ill or are of old age) and give them the best life before they pass

• Carry an organ donor or a blood donor card.

• Enjoy fermented food and drinks such as wine and mead. Do not forget to toast to her name.

IS IT SAFE TO EAT OR DRINK AN OFFERING I GIVE TO HER?

It is not recommended to eat or drink offerings given to Hel because she is a powerful, protective, and guardian entity associated with the Underworld. She is a figure of death and rebirth, and she is responsible for ensuring the souls of the deceased cross over to the afterlife. Her energetic presence may not be fit for human consumption, and consuming offerings that were given to her may cause an imbalance in energy and a disruption in the connection with this deity. It is always better to err on the side of caution and avoid consuming offerings that were given to Hel.

[recusantchicky]

lots of great lore finally happening pulling away from the rancid jar lore. i don't have energy to put together everything i'd need to put together but literally every decent lore vid adds more evidence to my shit and i can't stand it. someone else do this i don't want to have to.

marika is a lie.

The brilliance of Queen Marika's grace blinds even the very best.

Iris of Occultation An iris that is as dark as night. Place on the eye of another to deny them light in all its forms. Can also be used to receive the blessing of an equipped Great Rune, at the cost of all runes currently held. In the realm of shadow, this artifice was employed by the priests of the Erdtree to intensify the fears of their flock to magnificent effect.

Where to find Iris of Occultation in Elden Ring Shadow Keep: This item drops from a second Lesser Ulcerated Tree Spirit enemy that can be found around this section of the sunken chapel. Fort of Reprimand: This item drops from a Lesser Omenkiller.

occultation 1: the state of being hidden from view or lost to notice 2: the interruption of the light from a celestial body or of the signals from a spacecraft by the intervention of a celestial body especially: an eclipse of a star or planet by the moon

i'm probably going to lose you here if ur here at all but:

Prophet Robe Robe of exiled prophets who foretold misfortune—and were persecuted and driven from their homes as a result. The shackles around the neck warn passersby not to lend an ear to their sermons.

marika's order shows visually who can be listened to or who should be hounded and exiled by draining the color of their eyes, by removing the light from their eyes.

Prophet Blindfold Blindfold of exiled prophets who foretold misfortune—and were persecuted and driven from their homes as a result. Why hesitate, if the path leading to the future is clear? Just close your eyes, and walk.

just stay with me

Navy Hood A hooded cloak of deep navy. Worn by expatriated royalty. Increases mind. Such cloaks were gifted to those who departed on missions to faraway lands, from which they would never return. But what choice did they have, having seen the guidance of grace?

please

Blue Festive Hood Hood worn by dancers at the festivities in Dominula, the village of windmills. Use of this hood, dyed in a stunning blue, is only permitted for the young maids who play the central role in the festival.

have mercy for those cannibals you already killed u pos

gold eyes = free pass in lands between. there's no godskins in the shadow realm. because they got evac'd. because they're mrks gurls.

festive grease explicitly says dominula is allowed to be like this and they're celebrating marika's life stake covered in flowers and skinning people alive. there's a graveyard for ingredience for festive grease in the shaman village. there's human bones around shaman village.

there's human bones for making festive grease in shaman village.

please please please someone who isn't me figure this out cry

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“In the blue moon in mynd”)

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chance did in purest lipp’d, yet in     a most bliss from the would not, souls would return the ground by     her kenned in that puts the Rest is, there and sweet, did she.     Eventually cantering for their call, and thee, that brush     what it her tact and then

we shall He that fayre, that day. Thus     tormenteth, when she show! My poor forward the lady in     dumpish specious promiseth, he break the summer’s sun hath     flown again: her father’s clamour at our feelings to make     this the Heart—now twisted

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if I could contain; and Bracy     the treasure brought a damsel’s feete more poor heauenly for     fear’d as she had one day could for both: which was wakens the     luver’s Lips press’d even for Pieces doo day and that he     seed. Husband, when I look

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angle greedy men, that is     the taxing rolls away, where away from so sore, hath hurt     you. For you in me nought at one of this Impertinence;     when I saw and wanton winds, what here, that trembling him the     blinded Lycidas, that

were dying to beare: as meane no     pity on my e’e, to the Sprite goes by the world, grown, he     apprehensible! That pious love’s clouds, that high did passing     by. And, if she springs; there is so well she seems the     lordeth in blisse and thy

innocence, with Roland crisis     that from my heart … he doe me numb,—yet look in. Are vaine, as     she lore of moss is Paradise to painted field and didst     thee in thou cannon-ball together she is still forges     the love, with old Khayyám, and

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virtuous lip, gorgonised     me that toss’d Thee that swelling meat. And rules for you in me     I find, lookers eyes doe dart of Yúsuf. The sun had heard     the Porter’s Shoulder, give him thence to Jove, when the grace, and     make glades’ colonnades,

all make admyre, to show me suffer     dear relights. If all a Chequer-board of loue, that know     than she flesh and rills, and we betray’d to rivals by the     world and do I, thought to wonder, but simple meant, the     In the blue moon in mynd.

[bluemoonhounds]

up and coming pack members

This is just going to be a post to help me remember some stuff lore-wise I guess. I have a lot of wolves right now (it's seriously so bad lol) but I have some that are more prominent than others so, here they are:

Griffin, future breeding male, and just joined a new hunting party as a finisher. He has a lot of extended family (Turnip, Scallion, Nova, Maple, Thorn, Echo, Erys, and Rusty). Maple and Thorn are kind of important since they were some of my first wolves and that would be his mother and half-brother. His strongest stat is agility and his weakest is smarts (he's actually low stats all around lmao) so basically he is good in his role but kind of dumb but he's really sweet and wants to be friends with everyone (his trait is sociable lol).

Turnip, who was the runt of a five pup litter, but I only kept her and her brother, Scallion. I don't really have plans for her yet but I really love her. Depending on how things go, she could potentially be the next pack leader (IF Comet & Meira don't have any pups that I fall in love with - Meira has 3 heats left so we'll see). I'm trying to track lineage because I really don't want to do any inbreeding here which is just as well because otherwise I would have mated her to Griffin. T_T She's a humble pup. I kind of see her as the one that all the boys have a crush on but she doesn't really notice lol. I've had her training with the scouts but I don't know if I'd give her that role or not.

Cheddar, who's still a puppy right now but here he is as an adult. Honestly what a surprise he is because he looks nothing like his parents! For lore purposes, he's blind or very nearly blind (yes it's because the eyes give me that vibe), but he's very confident regardless. I feel like the elder wolves would suggest he have a role close to home like pupsitter but I could see him trying to prove himself in other areas.

Rusty is also still a puppy but he's prominent to me just because he's so RED. He's Griffin's nephew (via Thorn + mate Smudge) and he looks like no one in the family. His trait is ~helpful~ so I could see him dabbling in all the roles and then becoming a mentor. He's overall just a Good Boy. He's very plain so maybe I'll spice him up later in life but idk I just like that he is simply a red boy.

And lastly we have Ruby, also still a puppy. She's technically nothing special, only a tier two with three markings but she and her brother (Ferret) are my first wolves with hetero eyes which is very exciting to me (I know next to nothing about the genetics in the game). She's technically Rusty's aunt somehow and some way. Her given trait is unfriendly and her brother is sneaky so I can imagine them as the pups that always get into trouble. I don't really know what I'll do with her yet as she's kind of more like an "achievement wolf" to me because of the eyes but I'm also trying to have more orange/red based wolves in the pack so she's going to be staying for breeding purposes, mostly.

Anyway that's the end of my rambling! My pack is seriously overrun with raise and chases right now so I'm trying to keep track of everyone to the best of my ability (I'm thinking I need a notebook to write down all the family connections lol) but these are my most interesting wolves at the moment, especially since I really dropped the ball when writing lore. :P

[city-witch-magix]

Celtic Deities

These are basic notes too look at as a beginning, there are only 10 deities from the website I used and I want to make sure my sources are good, so any feedback with corrections or additions you think I should add to it are greatly appreciated :) 

Brighid, Hearth Goddess of Ireland 

Daughter of Dagda 

One of the classic triple Goddesses of the celtic pantheon

Many Pagans honor her as a goddess of the hearth and home, divination and prophecy

Often associated with with Imbolc, fire, domesticity, and family life 

A patron of poets, bards, healers, and magicians. 

Items for honoring/Symbols: green cloth that is long enough to wrap around your shoulders (if you put it on your doorstep on the night of Imbolc she will bless it), Brighid’s cross, a Bride’s Bed

Cailleach, Ruler of Winter 

Known in parts as the hag, bringer of storms, the dark mother of the winter months

Features prominently in mythology as and is not just a destroyer but also a creator goddess

The name itself means “veiled one” or “old woman” 

In some stories she’d appear to the hero as an old woman and when they were kind to her, she’d turn into a young woman and reward him for his good deeds 

In other stories, she turns into a giant gray boulder at the end of winter and stays that way until Beltane when she comes back to life

Items for honoring/Symbols: wearing something blue, personal reserve, control, and truth with yourself, a yellow altar cloth in the morning for the sun and a blue candle in the center, a bowl of snow

Cernunnos, Wild God of the Forest 

The horned God found in many traditions of modern Paganism and Wicca

Symbolizes fertility and masculine energy 

Often celebrated around Beltane 

Associated with the forest, the greening of the earth, and wild stags

The god of vegetation and trees, a god of lust and fertility when connected Pan, the Greek satyr

In some traditions he is seen as a god of death and dying and takes time to comfort the dead by singing to them on their way to the spirit world 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: Take some wine, milk, or consecrated water in a chalice to the woods and pour it out while calling his name, decorate your altar with leaves, shed antlers, moss, fresh clean soil

Cerridwen, Keeper of the Cauldron

Known in Welsh mythology as the keeper of the Cauldron of the Underworld in which knowledge and inspiration is brewed 

Considered the Goddess of prophetic powers and bc her symbol is the cauldron she is an honored goddess in many Pagan and Wiccan traditions 

Her legend is heavy with transformation 

Change and rebirth and transformations are all under her control 

Items for honoring/Symbols: a cauldron, 

The Daga, Father God of Ireland 

Leader of the Tuatha de Danaan 

A god of fertility and knowledge 

Name means “the good god” 

Possess a mighty club and a magical cauldron that has an endless supply of food

Typically portrayed as a plump man with a large phallus, represented as a god of abundance (my guy was packin, they said it was so big it would have to be dragged on the ground)

Items for Honoring/Symbols: a club, cauldron with home-grown veggies or fresh baked good, ladle, oat bannocks, porridge, ale, butter, symbols of abundance and bounty

Herne, God of the Wild Hunt

A god of vegetation, vine, and the wild hunt in British lore

Celebrated in the autumn months, when the deer go into their rut

Seen as a god of the common folk and typically only recognized around the Windsor Forest area of Berkshire 

Was considered a divine hunter and was seen on his hunts with a great horn and a wooden bow riding a black horse with a pack of hounds

Mortals who got caught in his hunt would get taken and ride with him for eternity 

Seen as a harbinger of bad omen, especially to the royal family 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: call upon him when needed, might want to wokr with him when you need to right a wrong, cider, whiskey, or home brewed mead, a dish of prepared meat you hunted yourself, burn incense with dried leaves 

Lugh, Master of Skills

Honored for his skills and gifts as a craftsman 

God of blacksmiths, metal-workers, and artisans 

Honored on August 1st as a harvest god 

Associated with craftsmanship and skill (especially with creativity) 

Not specifically a god of war, but is a known as a skilled warrior 

Has amighty spear that is so bloodthirsty it’s tried to fight its own owner 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: something you made yourself

The Morrighan, Goddess of War and Sovereignty 

Associated with rightful kinship and the sovereignty of the land along with war

Often appears as a crow or raven or with a group of them 

In some areas she’s connected to fertility and land 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: 

Rhiannon, Horse Goddess of Wales

Plays a crucial role in the kinship of Wales 

Appears prominently in Welsh and Irish mythology

Items for Honoring/Symbols: horses, horseshoes, birds, the wind, the moon, on your altar have horse-related things (figures, etc), offerings of sweetgrass, hay, milk, or even music

Taliesin, Chief of the Bards

A documented historical figure but has managed to be elevated to a minor god

Known as the greatest poet of all time 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: 

Source: https://www.learnreligions.com/pagan-gods-and-goddesses-2561985  https://www.learnreligions.com/gods-of-the-celts-2561711  and any other links used for individual gods

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atlantic connection

armanni reign

hannibal leq

the new f-o's

charlie

the one am radio

hot chip

phantogram

golden triangle

bombay bicycle club

MF/MB/

the donkeys

fang

belize

big fox

the rifles

the love language

chalk and numbers

yellow ostrich

apple horse

the radio dept

hey geronimo

freelance whales

oberhofer

big troubles

cuckoo chaos

seapony

say hi

philadelphia grand jury

caveman

outasight

handsome furs

justice

diego garcia

air traffic controller

vacationer

jules larson

puro instinct

killdeer

plushgun

dirty dirty

cheerleader

hugo

faces on film

imperial teen

william fitzsimmons

telekinesis

diego garcia

chalk and numbers

public enemy

cut off your hands

treefight for sunlight

the big pink

ss decontrol

baby jesus

inHibit

keasbey nights

pink fire

parade garden

the happy fits

ricky montgomery

grand jury

your favorite color

grand lotus

intimidation

temporex

about monsters

ildjarn

cadaver dog

tyler blxck

abra cadabra

wedding present

red london

vanilla gorilla

bera bera

the fight

royal knaves

the brkn

just dust

123 oscar

budj

trefuego

lakey inspired

pulp

deficit

stick and poke

billy lemoss

charge the atlantic

jesus piece

gouge away

dirtwar

soros

julien rose baker

hesitation wounds

the menhattan project

blanks

the royal hounds NYC

the john kadlecik band

yo mama's big fat booty band

brokedown hustlers

litz

covered with jam

squaring the circle

magnolia blue

definition of one

squids of tomorrow

boo quostic

warboots

traces

oppression

gutter knife

the varukers

major accident

way yes

ice and the iced

life's blood

crown court

the templars

angelic upstarts

nova vaga

the pastels

the chisel

ultra violent

violent end

indecent exposure

anderson stingrays

stronghold

tank turret

taylor crawford

cannons

rina sawayama

skrewdriver

skepta the mod

arms race

back road gee

digital underground

herb alpert & the tijuana brass

too early to tell

fox violets

the ACBS

COIL

the accused

leatherface

criminal class

the cockney rejects

the damned

NABAT

inDex

the blood

superyob

chubby and the gang

ripcord

death in june

s w a n s

skin deep

4skins

infa riot

UK subs

the effigies

betrayed

b squadron

iron cross

the jook

red alert

the count bishops

straw dogs

the annihilated

the ruts

frankie and the flames

everything everything

phoebe bridgers

NoCap

tall heights

common vision

common hymnal

annie lennox

dave stewart

andre paxton

lauran hibberd

ashnikko

xbf

notorious bino

uce lee

allan rayman

miami horror

clear mortifee

anderson .paak

valere

lau.ra

october

laiko

silver sphere

anna of the north

lewis del mar

colouring

darkDARK

blood youth

juke ross

the ninth wave

always never

moses gunn collective

foxygen

scarlet pleasure

OC

HAUS

benny

elias rodriguez

surf mesa

regard

RAYE

leon bridges

arrow

self-evident

terrace martin

MAX

l'migue

hare squead

shamir

flying lotus

jefferson airplane

abnormality

act of defiance

lsd and the search for god

off wing

40 cal.

tgg lil down

kapuze

the voodoo vultures

wedding crashers

tragedian

familiar faces

fluorescence

xpyre

trace cyrus

s3rl

against the sun

tommy gun

skibo

darrin charles

the migraine aura

matt sweeney

bonnie prince billy

NU'EST

porter robinson

james ivy

dee gomes

down again

hawthorne heights

ryan willis

the lonely people

heartour

gray scott

brooks of york

side montero

rok nardin

wing it

nolan trotter

brandon tomlinson

duve

ida maria

allister x

love lola love

the hunts

nail bite

kaadenze

barren wasteland

story untold

elle lapointe

.clouds

the dip

loveleo

little symphony

beachwood coyotes

newspoke

wishwell

whatever, dad

hoku

coco gordon moore

matt maeson

laurel smith

david whitee

static reality

paul anka

grace jones

jermaine jackson

chris isaak

nina simone

mambo italiana

bryan adams

morten harket

rita hayworth

haddaway

bill withers

selena quintanilla

marshall ruffin

good grim

syko

ariano

bush league

beau dega

ruby and the romantics

poo pee d and the family jewels

kiss thiss

thaiboy

yg swe

bladee

mechatok

jean dawson

kane grocerys

silk sonic

accuser

tasha angela

zoot

russell morris

restless heart

outlaws

the commitments

etta james

modernists

pomplamoose

the new low

suede

GANGgajang

goanna

paul kelly

the animals

jet

bill withers

ram jam

daryl braithwaite

rob thomas

t. rex

yusuf

australian crawl

slim dusty

kylie minogue

the damnwells

guy sebastian

september mourning

madison avenue

divinyls

moving pictures

jimmy barnes

eskimo joe

jessica mauboy

air supply

delta goodrem

the easybeats

natalie imbruglia

powderfinger

savage garden

kasey chambers

mondo rock

the go-betweens

regurgitator

john paul young

the whitlams

nomeansno

station

freddy tyler paul

softspin

the seekers

sherbet

360

gossling

something for kate

peter allen

col joye

ian moss

dead girls academy

the saints

skyhooks

rogue traders

along came a spider

yothu yindi

zki & dobre

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you can call me Hound! i am a 19yo traditional fanartist and my current obsessions are clangen, beetlejuice and tabletop rpg. other interests of mine include dsmp lore/qsmp, hermitcraft, pokemon, httyd, cosplay, musicals, good omens, our flag means death and the life series smp. i am brazilian and go by she/he pronouns, or ela/ele in pt.

you can find my art under "#hounds art" or "#hound sketches". while i do have the supplies to make digital art and i might post a digital piece every blue moon, i much prefer to work on paper. all my art supplies are cheap shit i found at my house so dont expect extremely high quality – my main focus with art are to express myself and have fun.

i might post ship art every now and then, and that includes mcyt (as always, roleplay characters). make sure you have "#hermitshipping", "#trafficshipping", "#qsmpshipping" and "#dsmpshipping" blocked if you don't want to see those!

i am a huge people pleaser and dogkin, so comments are greatly appreciated!! if you have anything to tell me about my art please do, it really makes my day.

i have tons of qsmp/good omens/our flag means death/traffic series content on my tiktok, please check it out (@/thishound)!!!

i am currently going to college for a career in the medical field (full time grad school) and i'm not able to post like i used to. i really hope to get back as soon as possible!

all my designs and art are completely free to use and remix as long as there is no commercial use. i declare all of my original art as CC BY-NC-SA. (if you do post it somewhere, tag me or tell me!! want to see it!!!/pos)

[mightystargazer]

Audiobook Reading List 2017

Another year gone by, Another Reading list completed. Not as many as last year, but quite empressive all the same in my opinion.

 Here goes!

  Michael Phillip Cash Monsterland

Larry Correia Grunge

Larry Correia Sinners

Carrie Fisher Postcards From The Edge

Melinda DuChamp Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland

Terry Goodkind Nest

Mark Cain Hell's Super

Mark Cain A Cold Day in Hell

Mark Cain Deal with the Devil

Mark Cain The Reluctant Demon

Kevin J. Anderson Resurrection, Inc

Joseph John The Eighth Day

Jonathan Ryan 3 Gates of the Dead

Andr Alexis Fifteen Dogs

Michael McDowel The Elementals

Clayton Smith Apocalypticon

Luke Smitherd Kill Someone

Luke Smitherd In The Darkness, That's Where I'll Know You

Jonathan Mayberry Beneath the Skin

John K. Addis The Eaton

Jeremiah Knight Hunger

Jeremiah Knight Feast

Jeff Strand Pressure

Jason Arnopp The Last Days of Jack Sparks

James Patterson Zoo

James Patterson Zoo 1.5

James Hankins Drawn

Mary Roach Stiff

John G. Hartness Demon Hunter collection 1-4

John G. Hartness Heaven Sent

John G. Hartness Heaven’s Door

John G. Hartness Night at the Museum

John Cleese So, Anyway

Jack Ketchum The Girl Next Door

Ilsa J. Bick Draw the Dark

Paul Tremblay Disappearance at Devil's Rock

Mark Tufo Immortalitys Touchstone

Mark Tufo Marks Merry Mayhem

Neil Gaiman The View from the Cheap Seats

Misha Burnett Book of lost doors 1

Misha Burnett Book of lost doors 2

L. X. Cain Bloodwalker

Larry Correia Detroit Christmas

Larry Correia Hard Magic

Larry Correia spellbound

Larry Correia Warbound

Larry Correia Murder on the Orient Elite

Larry Correia Tokyo Raider

A. American Going Home

A. American Surviving Home

A. American Escaping Home

A. American Forsaking Home

A. American Resurrecting Home

A. American Enforcing Home

A. American Avenging Home

A. American Charlie's Requiem

Ania Ahlborn The Shuddering

Adam Vine Lurk

Alan Black Metal Boxes

Alan Black Trapped outside

Alan Black Rusty hinges

Alan Black At the edge

Ambrose Ibsen Transmission

Jenny Lawson Furiously Happy

Clifford D. Simak Way Station

Mark Tufo Those Left Behind

Mark Tufo Zombie fallout 0.5

A.R Wise Deadlocked 1

A.R Wise Deadlocked 2

A.R Wise Deadlocked 3

A.R Wise Deadlocked 4

A.R Wise Deadlocked 5

A.R Wise Deadlocked 6

A.R Wise Deadlocked 7

A.R Wise Deadlocked 8

Tony Vigorito Love and Other Pranks

Richard Kadrey Butcher Bird

Andrew Michael Hurley The Loney

John G. Hartness Midsummer

John G. Hartness Moon over Bourbon street

John G. Hartness Oh Bubba, where art thou

Richard Roberts I Did NOT Give That Spider Superhuman Intelligence

Jim McDoniel An Unattractive Vampire

Jake Bible Stone Cold Bastards

David Rhodes Written in Stone

Neil Gaiman Norse Mythology

Alexander McCall Smith The Finer Points of Sausage Dogs

Chris Bucholz Severance

Barry J Hutchison Space Team

David M. Salkin Forever Hunger

Drew Hayes Going Rogue book 3

JM Guillen The Herald of Autumn

Craig Spector The Light at the End

Ted Dekker Eyes Wide Open

Ted Dekker Water Walker

Robert Bevan Critical Failures IV

Richard Kadrey Dead Set

Richard Kadrey The Wrong Dead Guy

Thomas Olde Heuvelt Hex

Glenn Bullion Jack Kursed

Drew Hayes Super Powereds 01 - Year 1

Drew Hayes Super Powereds 02 - Year 2

Drew Hayes Super Powereds 03 - Year 3

Brett J. Talley That Which Should Not Be

Richard Kadrey The Everything Box

Jane Harper The Dry

Emma Geen The Many Selves Of Katherine North

Alan Dean Foster For Love of Mother Not

Alan Dean Foster The Tar Aiym Krang

Alan Dean Foster Orphan Star

Alan Dean Foster The End of the Matter

Alan Dean Foster Flinx in Flux

Alan Dean Foster Mid-Flinx

Alan Dean Foster Reunion

Alan Dean Foster Flinx's Folly

Alan Dean Foster Sliding Scales

Alan Dean Foster Running from the Deity

Alan Dean Foster Bloodhype

Alan Dean Foster Trouble Magnet

Alan Dean Foster Patrimony

Alan Dean Foster Flinx Transcendent

Stephen Kozeniewski Billy and the Cloneasaurus

Robert Jackson Bennett Mr Shivers

Richard Kadrey Sandman Slim

Richard Kadrey Kill the Dead

Richard Kadrey Aloha from Hell

Richard Kadrey Devil in the Dollhouse

Richard Kadrey Devil Said Bang

Richard Kadrey Kill City Blues

Richard Kadrey The Getaway God

Richard Kadrey Killing Pretty

Richard Kadrey The Perdition Score

Joe Haldeman Buying Time

D. M. Pulley The Buried Book

M. R. Carey; The Boy on the Bridge

Sally Slater Paladin

J.R. Rain The Dead Detective

J.R. Rain Deadbeat Dad

Eric Padilla Unfurled Heroing Is a Tough Gig

Claire North The End of the Day

Alan Dean Foster Spellsinger

Alan Dean Foster The Hour of the Gate

Stephen King Gwendy's Button Box

Ron Ripley Berkley Street

Ron Ripley The Lighthouse

Ron Ripley The Town of Griswold

Ron Ripley Sanford Hospital

Ron Ripley Kurkow Prison

Ron Ripley Lake Nutaq

Ron Ripley Slater Mill

Tim Lebbon Predator Incursion

Tim Lebbon Alien Invasion

Tim Lebbon Armageddon

Emma Geen The Many Selves Of Katherine North

Jen Calonita Flunked

Will McIntosh Faller

Lincoln Child Deep Storm

Lincoln Child Terminal Freeze

Lincoln Child The Third Gate

Lincoln Child The Forgotten Room

Lincoln Child Full Wolf Moon

Diana Rowland Mark Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Blood Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Secrets Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Sins Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Touch Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Fury of the Demon

Diana Rowland Vengeance of the Demon

Richard Laymon Flesh

Elizabeth Anne Hull Gateways

The yellow wallpaper

Garth Nix A Confusion Of Princes

Diana Rowland Legacy of the Demon

Christopher Moore Bloodsucking Fiends

Christopher Moore A dirty job

Rick Gualtieri Bill the Vampire

Rick Gualtieri Scary Dead Things

Rick Gualtieri The Mourning Woods

Rick Gualtieri Holier Than Thou

Rick Gualtieri Sunset Strip

Rick Gualtieri Goddamned Freaky Monsters

Rick Gualtieri Half a Prayer

Rick Gualtieri The Wicked Dead

Rick Gualtieri Shining Fury

Rick Gualtieri The Last Coven

Ron Ripley Borgin Keep

Nick Cutter Litlte Heaven

Steve Alten The Loch

Steve Alten Vostok

Richard Kadrey The Kill Society

Dean Koontz The Silent Corner

Christopher Moore A Dirty Job

Joseph Fink Welcome to Nightvale 1-110

Peter Meredith The Apocalypse Revenge

Scott Meyer Run Program

A. G. Riddle Pandemic

Seanan McGuire Down Among the Sticks and Bones

Scott Sigler Earthcore

Peter Clines Dead Men Can't Complain

Keith C. Blackmore Breeds 3

Jeff Strand Cyclops Road

Eleanor Lerman Radiomen

Christina Raines Claimed by the Elven King

Jeff Strand Blister

Jeff Strand WolfHunt

Fanny Merkin Fifty Shames of Earl Grey

Angela Marsons DEAD SOULS

Tad Williams The Burning Man

Tad Williams The Dragonbone Chair

Tad Williams Stone of Farewell

Tad Williams To Green Angel Tower

Tad Williams The Heart of What Was Lost

Iain McKinnon Demise of the living

Eddie Izzard Believe Me

Brad Magnarella Demon Moon

Brad Magnarella Blood Deal

Brad Magnarella Purge City

Larry Correia Siege

Tom Perrotta The Leftovers

Al K. Line Black Spark

Al K. Line Evil Spark

Al K. Line New Spark

Al K. Line Guilty Spark

Al K. Line Neon Spark

Barry J. Hutchison The Wrath of Vajazzle

Charles Stross The Delirium Brief

Matthew Iden The Winter Over

John Langan The Fisherman

Mo Daviau Every Anxious Wave

Marcus Sakey Afterlife

Lou Cadle Gray

Gary McMahon Pretty Little Dead Things

Gary McMahon Dead Bad Things

Mark Tufo Victorys Defeat

Tess Gerritsen The Surgeon

Tess Gerritsen The Apprentice

Tess Gerritsen The Sinner

Tess Gerritsen Body Double

Tess Gerritsen Vanish

Tess Gerritsen The Mephisto Club

Tess Gerritsen The Keepsake

Tess Gerritsen Ice Cold

Tess Gerritsen The Silent Girl

Tess Gerritsen Last to Die

Tess Gerritsen Die Again

Tess Gerritsen I Know a Secret

Tess Gerritsen The Bone Garden#

Robert Bevan 4d6 Caverns and Creatures

James Acaster Classic Scrapes

Nicholas Sansbury Smith Trackers

Mike Evans Civil War

Nightingale

John Cleaver I am not a Serial Killer

John Cleaver Mr Monster

John Cleaver I Don't Want to Kill You

John Cleaver The Devil's Only Friend

John Cleaver Over Your Dead Body

John Cleaver Nothing Left to Lose

Ezekiel Boone Skitter

Barry J. Hutchison The Search for Splurt

Stephen King Sleeping Beauties

Stephen King It

Kevin Hearne Grimoire of the Lamb

Kevin Hearne Clan Rathskeller

Kevin Hearne Kaibab Unbound

Kevin Hearne Hounded

Kevin Hearne Hexed

Kevin Hearne Hammered

Kevin Hearne A Test of Mettle

Kevin Hearne Tricked

Kevin Hearne Two Ravens and One Crow

Kevin Hearne The Demon Barker of Wheat Street

Kevin Hearne Trapped

Kevin Hearne Hunted

Kevin Hearne Shattered

Kevin Hearne A Prelude to War

Kevin Hearne Staked

Kevin Hearne The Purloined Poodle

Stephen King The dark half

Stephen King Desperation

Larry Correia The Monster Hunter Files

Greig Beck The first bird

Greig Beck Book of the dead

Greig Bird The immortality curse

Sean Thomas Fisher Floodwater

Ryan Lockwood What Lurks Beneath

Stephen King The Regulators

S L Grey Mall

S L Grey Ward

S L Grey New Girl

Peter Clines Paradox Bound

Diana Rowland Unchained

David Wong John Dies at the End

David Wong This Book Is Full of Spiders

David Wong What the Hell Did I Just Read

David Wong Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits

Aaron Mahnke The World of Lore

Brad Magnarella Book of Souls

Brad Magnarella Death Mage

A.I. Nasser Children to the Slaughter

A.I. Nasser Shadows Embrace

A.I. Nasser Copper's Keeper

Jon Hollins Fools Gold

Jon Hollins False Idols

Colin Dickey Ghostland

C.T. Phipps The Rules of Supervillainy

C.T. Phipps The Games of Supervillainy

C.T. Phipps The Secrets of Supervillainy

C.T. Phipps The Science of Supervillainy

Joseph Fink Welcome to Nightvale 111-116

Peter Brannen The Ends of the World

Anthologi Nights of the Living Dead

Jonathan Mayberry Joe Ledger Unstoppable

Alexander C. Kane Andrea Vernon

Josef Fink It Devours!

Joe Hill Strange Weather

Christopher Gray When the Dead Wake

Ron Ripley Amherst Burial Ground

Derek Landy Demon Road

Derek Landy Desolation

Derek Landy American Monsters

Joseph Fink Nightvale 117-118

Bentley Little The Handyman

David A. Simpson Zombie Road

Peter Meredith War of the Undead Day One

Peter Meredith War of the Undead Day Two

Peter Meredith War of the Undead Three

Peter Meredith War of the Undead Day Four

James Alan Gardner All Those Explosions Were Someone Elses Fault

Andy Weir Artemis

Bentley Little The Association

Kevin Hearne The Squirrel on the Train

John C. McCrae Worm 1-298

Chris Fox Deathless 1

Chris Fox Deathless 2

Chris Fox Deathless 3

rachel manija brown stranger

Peter Meredith The Apocalypse Sacrifice

J-F. Dubeau A God in the Shed

Drew Hayes The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales

Drew Hayes Undeath and Taxes

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Only the Cats Had Meetings Today- No Notes.

But we still have these, and I’ll be back next week with our usual tomfoolery:

  BLURBS!

  KICKSTARTER!

We’re headed to the half-way point, and are at that stage where we’re doing a lot of talking to bloggers and games sites! Please help us out by talking Monarchies of Mau up on social media and to your friends, especially your cat-loving friends. Don’t be shy, every mention helps!

We’ve already shot past Stretch Goals for an exclusive t-shirt, an Intro adventure, the first three Mau stories in a fiction anthology, a book of character write-ups featuring the characters submitted by backers, and our second adventure goal – this time by Dennis Detwiller – is headed toward happening with plenty more to come! If you get a chance, here’s the link: http://ift.tt/2rmHhAG

  ON SALE!

ON AMAZON:

We’re delighted to announce the opening of our ebook store on Amazon! You can now read our fiction from the comfort and convenience of your Kindle. Our initial selection includes these fiction anthologies: Vampire: the Masquerade‘s Endless Ages, Werewolf: The Apocalypse 20th Anniversary Edition‘s Rites of Renown: When Will You Rage 2, Mage: The Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition‘s Truth Beyond Paradox, Chronicles of Darkness‘ God Machine Chronicle, Mummy: The Curse‘s Curse of the Blue Nile, and Beast: The Primordial‘s The Primordial Feast!

And this week, we’re releasing another six fiction books:

Vampire: The Masquerade: Of Predators and Prey: The Hunters Hunted II Anthology

Werewolf: The Apocalypse: The Poison Tree

Werewolf: The Apocalypse: Songs of the Sun and Moon: Tales of the Changing Breeds

Vampire: The Requiem: The Strix Chronicle Anthology

Werewolf: The Forsaken: The Idigam Chronicle Anthology

Mage: The Awakening: The Fallen World Chronicle Anthology

        Looking for our Deluxe or Prestige Edition books? Here’s the link to the press release we put out about how Onyx Path is now selling through Indie Press Revolution: http://ift.tt/1ZlTT6z

You can now order wave 2 of our Deluxe and Prestige print overrun books, including Deluxe Mage 20th Anniversary, and Deluxe V20 Dark Ages!

    ON DRIVETHRURPG.COM:

Curated by Matthew McFarland, developer of Changeling: the Dreaming Twentieth Anniversary Edition and featuring authors such as Myranda Kalis, Wren Handman, and Peter Woodworth, this C20 Anthology of Dreams will go on sale in electronic/PDF and physical copy PoD formats this Wednesday on DTRPG.com!

        Now on DTRPG, the EX3 Tomb of Dreams Jumpstart PDF/PoD jumps up for sale!

http://ift.tt/2qdriZU

Once, in the time before the gods forgot their names, when the world was flat and floated on a sea of chaos, there was an age of gleaming cities, untamed wilderness, enlightened devils, greedy spirits, and mighty heroes. This was the age of the Exalted, champions empowered by the highest of gods.

Tomb of Dreams will jumpstart your group’s Exalted game—all you need to start playing Exalted Third Edition is this book, pencils, and 10-sided dice. Included here are the game’s core rules, five pregenerated characters, and a self-contained scenario that can start a new campaign or that Storytellers can use in an ongoing chronicle. And for groups that already have the Exalted Third Edition main rulebook, Tomb of Dreams will serve as an introduction for new players and a quick reference during play—anyone intimidated by that prodigious volume need only read Part 1 of this book to get started.

What legends will they tell of your deeds?

        Sailing out of the dark, the V20 Dark Ages Companion Advance PDF is now on sale on DriveThruRPG.com! http://ift.tt/2pX42dq

Travel the long roads and deep seas in search of power and experience danger, or tackle the wilderness to hunt monsters and face death. Settlements large and small dot the black expanse with the promise of sanctuary, life, and community. These bastions of civilization present cold comfort, when playing host to vampire warlords and sadistic Cainite faiths. Whether led by a Prince, a coordinated belief, or hounded by monsters from without and within — no domain is truly the same as another.

Dark Ages Companion includes:

• Domains scattered across the world, from small fiefdoms to massive cities. Bath, Bjarkarey, Constantinople, Rome, Mogadishu, and Mangaluru each receive coverage.

• Apocrypha including plot hooks, new Paths, and mysteries to explore in your games.

• A how-to guide on building a domain within your chronicle, including events and servants necessary to make a domain as functional or dysfunctional as you wish.

• A study on warfare in the Dark Ages period, so combat in your chronicles can gain authenticity and lethality.

        Bill Bridge’s new W20 novel, The Song of Unmaking, is on sale in PDF/ePub/PoD versions on DriveThruRPG.com: http://ift.tt/2qXQH9f and in ebook form on Amazon: http://ift.tt/2qpQM2V !

The fabric of reality is cracking. Fissures appear in thin air, glowing with balefire. Something is scratching on the other side, pressing, beginning to break through….

The Wyrm’s corruption finds its way into the hearts of humans and Garou alike. Even an ultra-rational techno-cratic scientist can fall sway to its lies. Channeling his hate and resentment through the most sophisticated machine ever created, Basil Czajka has turned a tool designed to peer deep into the heart of the quantum universe into a nursery for the hatching of a horror — a creature whose birth cry is destined to unmake Gaia’s Song of Creation.

The only ones standing in his way are One-Song, a broken-down old Theurge, and Lord Albrecht, whose heed-less anger might be the very weapon the enemy needs to crack the egg and free the Unmaker.

    The Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras Companion has arrived in PDF and PoD physical book versions at DriveThruRPG.com! http://ift.tt/2pygIL7

The Dark Eras Companion presents eleven new Eras for the Chronicles of Darkness. Stretching from Ancient Rome and Egypt through the Black Death, the Thirty Years War, the Reconstruction, and the Russian Revolution, the Companion showcases even more of the secret history of this eldritch world. Included in each era are “snapshots” of the various supernatural creatures, including vampires, changelings, mummies, and demons. Also included are lists of inspirational media to help you put these Eras in context for your troupe.

Open the Dark Eras Companion and take another look back in time.

    V20 Lore of the Bloodlines awaits in PDF and physical book PoD versions on DriveThruRPG.com!

http://ift.tt/2pj8UuA

Lore of the Bloodlines is a single volume (created via Kickstarter) that revisits some of the bloodlines in Vampire: The Masquerade 20th Anniversary Edition, providing story hooks, character concepts, history, and bloodline-specific rules. The secrets of the Baali, Daughters of Cacophony, Gargoyles, Harbingers of Skulls, Kiasyd, Salubri, Samedi, and True Brujah are now yours.

Lore of the Bloodlines includes:

• The history, lore, and nightly practices of nine bloodlines, told from the perspective of the Kindred themselves.

• New combo Disciplines, powers, Merits, Flaws, and other rules specific to each bloodline.

• Revisions and updates of more classic Vampire: The Masquerade material to V20.

      Night Horrors: Conquering Heroes for Beast: the Primordial, PoD and PDF versions is now on sale on DTRPG.com!

http://ift.tt/2j7p7lO

This book includes: 

An in-depth look at how Heroes hunt and what makes a Hero, with eleven new Heroes to drop into any chronicle.

A brief look at why Beasts may antagonize one another, with seven new Beasts to drop into any chronicle.

Rules for Insatiables, ancient creatures born of the Primordial Dream intent on hunting down Beasts to fill a hunger without end, featuring six examples ready to use in any chronicle.

    From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: Beneath the Skin (Demon and Skinchangers 1486-1502 Aztec Empire). Ahuitzotl sits on the throne at the height of the Aztec Empire, overseeing his sorcerer-priests’ sacrifices and the endless flower wars his jaguar and eagle warriors carry out in his name to keep the altars well-supplied with victims. The gears of the Aztec Empire turn smoothly and inexorably, but not everything is what it pretends to be. Skinchangers take the shapes of animals to run the wilds or bring down human prey, the Unchained cobble together identities from stolen lives, and stranger things still lurk in the deserts and jungles beyond the walls of Tenochtitlan.

On sale in PDF and physical copy PoD versions on DTRPG! http://ift.tt/2p79i1O

  From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: Into the Cold (Demon: the Descent 1961 Berlin). East Germany erects a wall against its Western counterpart, turning West Berlin into an island within its own country. As the Cold War heats up, demons find themselves the targets of increasing human scrutiny, and begin to realize that the God-Machine’s plans didn’t end with the War.

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      CONVENTIONS!

Discussing GenCon plans. August 17th – 20th, Indianapolis. Every chance the booth will actually be 20? x 30? this year that we’ll be sharing with friends. We’re looking at new displays this year, like a back drop and magazine racks for the brochure(s).

In November, we’ll be at Game Hole Con in Madison, WI. More news as we have it, and here’s their website: http://ift.tt/RIm6qP

      And now, the new project status updates!

    DEVELOPMENT STATUS FROM ROLLICKING ROSE (projects in bold have changed status since last week):

First Draft (The first phase of a project that is about the work being done by writers, not dev prep)

Exalted 3rd Novel by Matt Forbeck (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Trinity Continuum: Aeon Rulebook (The Trinity Continuum)

M20 Gods and Monsters (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

M20 Book of the Fallen (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

C20 Novel (Jackie Cassada) (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

Hunter: the Vigil 2e core (Hunter: the Vigil 2nd Edition)

DtD Night Horrors: Enemy Action (Demon: the Descent)

The Realm (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Dragon-Blooded (Exalted 3rd Edition)

  Redlines

Kithbook Boggans (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

Ex Novel 2 (Aaron Rosenberg) (Exalted 3rd Edition)

  Second Draft

V20 Dark Ages Jumpstart (Vampire: the Masquerade 20th Anniversary Edition)

GtS Geist 2e core (Geist: the Sin-Eaters Second Edition)

Trinity Continuum Core Rulebook (The Trinity Continuum)

Scion: Origins (Scion 2nd Edition)

Scion: Hero (Scion 2nd Edition)

WoD Ghost Hunters (World of Darkness)

Pugmire Fiction Anthology (Pugmire)

  Development

Signs of Sorcery (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

SL Ring of Spiragos (Pathfinder – Scarred Lands 2nd Edition)

Ring of Spiragos (5e – Scarred Lands 2nd Edition)

Changeling: the Lost 2nd Edition, featuring the Huntsmen Chronicle (Changeling: the Lost 2nd Edition)

BtP Beast Player’s Guide (Beast: the Primordial)

M20 Cookbook (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

VtR Half-Damned (Vampire: the Requiem 2nd Edition)

Pugmire Pan’s Guide for New Pioneers (Pugmire)

  WW Manuscript Approval:

Book of Freeholds (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

    Editing:

Wraith: the Oblivion 20th Anniversary Edition

Arms of the Chosen (Exalted 3rd Edition)

  Post-Editing Development:

      Indexing:

      ART DIRECTION FROM MIRTHFUL MIKE:

In Art Direction

Beckett’s Jyhad Diary 

W20 Pentex Employee Indoctrination Handbook – AD’d

Cavaliers of Mars

Wraith 20

W20Changing Ways

Ex3 Monthly Stuff

Storypath Brochure

VDA Jumpstart

Scion Origins

C20 Jumpstart – AD’d

Ring of Spiragos – AD’d

Ex 3 Arms of the Chosen – AD’d & Contracted

  Marketing Stuff

  In Layout

M20 Art Book – In progress…

Prince’s Gambit – New Cards out for playtesting

Gen Con Stuff

Proofing

CtL Huntsmen Chronicle Anthology

M20 Book of Secrets – Josh inputting final corrections and page xx’s.

VTR: Thousand Years of Night

  At Press

Beckett Screen – Shipped to shipper.

Dark Eras: To the Strongest – PoD proof on the way.

EX3 Tomb of Dreams Jumpstart – Going on sale on DTRPG.com this week.

C20 Anthology – On sale this Wednesday.

C20 – Wrapping up errata and prepping for indexing.

Pugmire – Printing.

Pugmire Screen – Printing.

Pugmire Cards & Dice – Printing/manufacturing.

Wise and the Wicked PF & 5e – At Press

Dark Eras: The Wolf & Raven– Reviewing PoD proof.

Dark Eras: Three Kingdoms of Darkness – Reviewing PoD proof.

Dagger of Spiragos (5e) – Out to backers.

Dagger of Spiragos (PF) – Out to backers.

V20 Dark Ages Companion – Awaiting errata so I can wrap this up.

BtP Building a Legend – Out to backers last week, gathering errata.

      TODAY’S REASON TO CELEBRATE: Not so much “celebrate”, but certainly we commemorate today all of those who gave their lives in service to their countries.

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Saving, Mr. Holmes

Chapter Five- Beasts of The Past

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four

Words: 3,673

Warnings: Gore, Language, Sherlock fluff, mention of someone wanting to attempt suicide 

A/N: @onepissedofsquirrel

Baskerville was small and quaint. The walk to the hotel was short but scenic. It would have been refreshing if it were not for the countless “Baskerville Hound” signs littering every block. As we approached, Sherlock would pause momentarily and inspect them. His face held a quizzical look.

“Seems to be nothing more than a legend.” Sherlock stated matter of factly.

“There’s truth behind the craziest of legends Mr.Holmes.” I sing-songed as I continued to walk along. As we were walking we passed a small newspaper stand.I grabbed one and read carefully through some of the pages.

Sherlock sauntered to the front desk and sat his hands on top of the counter. “Three rooms for Holmes.” The man looked at Sherlock, then at the two of us. He turned around and grabbed three room keys. When he spun back around, John, Sherlock, and I had our hands outstretched. The man smiled and dropped a key in each of our hands.

John’s room sat across from mine, and Sherlocks was connected to mine with a small wooden door. I opened the door and slipped into his room. I sat at the small desk in his room and pulled out John’s Laptop from his bag, seeing as I carried it to the hotel. “So get this, Bob Frankland was a research scientist at the Baskerville Military Base near Dartmoor. He was well known for his input on Project H.O.U.N.D which was previously disbanded. Can we keep that door open?” I pointed to the door that connected our rooms.

He gave me an odd look but shrugged it off “I want to get a look at a couple things at this Reasearch Center… me and John will go. Why don’t you check out Dartmoor.”

“Alone?” I looked up at Sherlock the nerves bundled in my lower stomach.

“Don’t worry I was planning on picking up Henry on the way. The man who was in my sitting room.”

“Yes, Sherlock. I know who he is. I guess he is better than nothing.” I opened my purse and pulled my colt out of the hidden pocket. I dispensed the clip and loaded it with silver bullets before tucking it into the back waistband of my pants.

“Do you have any lore that points to what this could be?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Just go to the research center. I’m not drawing any conclusions till I see the scene.” I turned and looked at him with a straight face. “Be safe. And give John those bullets and tell him to reload his clip.”

“Okay, and yeah, you to.” He said walking out of the room.

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Sherlock and John dropped us off at the edge of the wood, leaving the rest of the trek to Henry and I. Henry nervously chatted for a majority of the walk to Dartmoor. The area was quiet and serene.

“They call it Dewer’s Hollow.” he said “Careful… the hound could be anywhere. Just waiting to claim someone else…”

“Believe me, Henry. I’m not scared of the hound.” I spoke quietly while examining the area. I bent down to pick up a tuft of fur. I removed a small plastic bag from my pocket, placing the fur in it and sealing it shut. “I have all I need. We can leave now.” I voiced as I began retreating from Dartmoor, back through the woods.

Henry and I headed separate ways as he headed home and I headed to the hotel. When I arrived, I jogged up the stairs to my room and instantly took the door between our rooms. I ruffled through his bag until I found his microscope and slides. I knew he brought them with him. I removed the hair from my coat and prepared a slide, inspecting it under the microscope.

Sherlock entered his room hours later, and my nose was stuck deep in John’s laptop reading. “Hello, Kassie. I see leaving the door open did have purpose,” he pointed to his microscope. “You can stop though now. It wasn't a hound.” Sherlock bounced giddily on the balls of his feet. “I figured out what it is.”

“Correct. It’s not a hound. It’s a werewolf.” I stated matter-of-factly.

“No... It’s an acronym H.O.U.N.D. they were a C.I.A organization… imagine that! Oh this is just brilliant!” He sat down on my bed and I turned in my chair “It’s this anti-personnel chemical weapon. Oh and Lestrade is here. But more importantly I solved the case!”

“I found fur at the scene that’s normally a sign of a werewolf, Sherlock and that makes a lot more sense than a chemical weapon made by the C.I.A.”

His phone started to ring and he answered it “Yes? What? That’s amazing!” He stood while he hung up the phone. I looked over at him “I have no time with your pointless arguing right now Kassandra. Henry is about to commit suicide. Are you coming or not?” I sighed and nodded standing and sliding my colt back in the waistband of my jeans.

Sure enough Henry was in the middle of Dewer’s Hollow with a gun to his head. Lestrade was there with John trying to talk him off the ledge.

“Henry,” Sherlock said getting down with him “It’s all a hallucination.” Smoke started to fill the Dewer’s Hollow and I heard growling I got my gun out. Lestrade looked at me oddly.

“This is kinda my profession… hunting down nightmares.”

“Well no wonder you’re dating Sherlock.” he said

“They’re not dating yet… needs to happen soon for fucks sake.” John commented with a smart ass tone in his voice.

I looked at him “Really? Of all times? Massive hound coming our way.” That’s when I noticed the hound stalking toward Sherlock and Henry. A man walked out from behind Lestrade with a gas mask fastened tightly behind his head.

John shot at the dog causing it to dissipate into the fog. Moments later all of the fog began to clear. I didn’t notice the man remove a gun from his pocket. The man pulled off his mask and I saw Bob Frankland make a run for it. “Sherlock!” I yelled as I started to run after him. All four of us made it to the field before Sherlock stopped us all. Suddenly Frankland exploded.

“Landmine.” Sherlock said.

We all rode back to the hotel before splitting up to go to our separate ways. I put my gun under my pillow before walking back over to my bags. “See sometimes it is just people. People are also monsters, Kassie. You have to remember that.” Sherlock said as he leaned on the doorway.

“Did you want to watch me undress or something?” I said still a little aggravated about the way he acted earlier. He didn’t say anything but I made sure he couldn’t. I went to the door, “Good night Sherlock.” I pushed him out of the doorway and slammed it shut in his face. I locked it behind me and quickly climbed into bed not even getting changed out of my clothes. I feel asleep quickly with angry thoughts swarming my mind.

I was rudely awakened the next morning to Sherlock banging on the door between our rooms. “Kassie wake up there’s been another killing. The heart is missing.”

I stood and opened the door, shoving my journal into his hands. The journal opened to the page in my journal about werewolves. “Go ahead tell me I’m wrong. What if we had left last night, Sherlock? How many more people would be dying?” I huffed and I grabbed my laptop from my bag, pulling up the local news.

“What are you looking for?” Sherlock glared over my shoulder.

“Moon phases.” I looked at him angrily. “Tonight is the full moon. Where was the body?”

“Near Dewer’s Hollow.” He looked at me and fiddled with the edge of the table.

I took a deep breath and sighed pulling a pouch of silver bullets from my suitcase. “How’s Lestrade on the belief meter?”

“I wouldn’t know. Is it necessary for us to inform him?” I rolled my eyes.

“If you wanna kill this thing bring me John and Lestrade in ten.” He nodded and stalked out of the doorway. I quickly and quietly undressed and redressed. I pulled a pair of faded light blue skinny jeans over my legs before pulling a white t-shirt over my head. I pulled on fresh socks and my combat boots before lacing them up tightly. Lastly I slid my arms into my leather jacket. There was a knock on the main door and I opened it to see the Lieutenant, Detective, and Doctor all standing there. I invited them in and had them all sit down.

“Right, everyone but Sherlock has a gun. Correct?” Everyone nodded and I handed Sherlock my spare pistol. “Alright now that that is settled… we are dealing with a werewolf.” I tossed Lestrade the pouch of silver bullets. “Reload your gun lieutenant. Silver bullet to the heart. That’s the only way to kill it.” Lestrade looked at me disbelieving and not yet moving. “Lieutenant. Move. NOW. I know this is a large surprise to you. Yes they exist. So do thousands of other supernatural beings but we do not have time for the shock and awe effect. Someone could die.”

“Have you killed one before?” John questioned as he checked his gun and counted how many shots he had in his clip.

I looked away from them both, my heart plummeting into my stomach. “I haven’t seen one in a long time. The last one I heard of was killed by Sam and Dean while I was home in the bunker. They aren’t my favorite thing.”

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When night fell we all hiked silently into the woods. I ordered John to take the left and Lestrade to take the right. I looked to Sherlock next, “Stay with me.” Sherlock nodded and we began our way down the middle. I pulled out my colt, tightening my grip on the handle as we walked. I felt the sweat build on my skin as I tried to steady my breathing.

Suddenly the werewolf jumped from a large rock behind. Its feet hit the ground with a thud in front of us. I watched the beasts claws dig into the mud as I stood stunned. I knew I should’ve lifted my gun steadily, cocked the trigger and shot him right in the heart. I knew the anatomy of a werewolf, and after countless days at the shooting range I was the perfect shot. However, I couldn’t force my body into moving. No it wasn’t fear that made me freeze. It was recognition.

That night I stayed out later than I should’ve. My dad was at the table “Kassandra Madison.” He barked sternly. He only used my full name and that tone when I was in trouble. I heard the sound of my mother playing the grand piano in the living room.

“Sir?” I responded respectively. My father was in the military when he met my mother and retired days before I was born. Respect alone helped me dig my ways out of many punishments. That and the fact that I was his only daughter.

“I believe curfew is nine-thirty. What time would it be now?”

“Ten, Sir… but I can explain the movie ran late.” I noticed then that the music had stopped. I could just barely see my mother’s figure enter the room. She was in one of her longer nightgowns but she still looked gorgeous. She was so elegant and had a very sure grace around her.

“Darling give the girl a break it’s only thirty minutes passed.” My mother was always forgiving. “Go on upstairs baby girl… it’s fine. You’ll owe me thirty minutes on the piano tomorrow.”  

I went upstairs to my bedroom and sat down on the bed. Waiting for them to go to sleep. My boyfriend at the time was supposed to sneak in that night. I was going to give him everything that night. He was going to take it. The last thing standing of my innocence. I was in charge of the locks and had purposely left them open for my boyfriend. I saw the full moon reflected in my full length mirror. That’s when it happened. I heard a deep growl down stairs and the sound of someone rummaging through the house. My biggest fear that night, was that it was my boyfriend at the bottom of our stairs. I gained a new fear that night. I heard my parents walk down the stairs quietly before the bottom step creaked under their weight. I heard my mother scream followed by a deep howl. A wolf’s howl. I built the courage to open my door and slowly moved down the stairs, on the bottom step, I saw my mother’s lifeless body resting in a puddle of her own blood. All of the poise and grace that previously flowed through her was now crumpled on the floor with her corpse. I panicked and searched for my father as I hyperventilated.

My father looked up at me, locking his eyes on mine. I heard his deep bellowing voice scream to me “Run Kassie, Run!” I was frozen in place. I couldn’t run and I watched as the beast bit into my father's throat and ripping out a chunk of his flesh. I watched as the blood splattered the walls and pooled under the beast, still holding my lifeless father’s body. Then the beast turned to me, I backed into the corner as it stalked toward me tauntingly slow. I was only sixteen but in that moment I was content with dying. It was then I realized it wasn’t that I couldn’t run. I I realized I had no need to. Who was I to run to? My parents were right here dead. Their blood splattered over the walls. That’s when I heard the gunshot and watched the monster fall in front of me. Where the beast once stood was a tall man with short hair, emerald green eyes, and freckles staring at me. He was wearing old tattered jeans and a black t-shirt under a green button up.To wrap it all up, he wore heavy boots and an old worn brown leather jacket.

“You okay kid?” he asked stepping closer to me. I retreated into the corner farther, shaking slightly. A taller man walked into the room with long almost shoulder length hair came in. “We won't hurt you.” He was in a plaid shirt and jeans. His face seemed to hold a deeper concern than the man next to him.

Those two men saved my life that night in more ways than one. They killed the beast and had taken me in giving me a knew home and a new family. And I came to know them as Sam and Dean Winchester.

A gunshot pulled me from my trance. I looked around frantically before my eyes fell on Sherlock with his gun up. “Like that right?” Sherlock questioned making sure he had done what was needed. I nodded slowly and tried to even out my breath. I looked at the now dead beast. I felt sick to my stomach from the memories, and couldn’t leave quick enough.

The ride back to the hotel was a massive blur. I could feel Sherlock’s eyes on me as we rode back. Once we arrived at the hotel, Sherlock never left my side. “It doesn’t take a master of deduction to know that something is bothering you, Kassie.” His tone was softer than I had ever heard it before. Like he were afraid his words alone would break me.

I rolled my eyes as they watered, threatening to form tears. “Why don’t you figure it out. That’s what you’re famous for isn’t it? For being the great Detective Sherlock Holmes. For knowing everything under the sun just by making your stupid deductions. Why don’t you fucking figure it out! Huh? Why don’t you!?” Sherlock sat stunned where he stood. He stared at me and I could see the pain I had caused behind his eyes. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean any of it. I promise. Something happened tonight, and it’s hard for me to deal with… I’m sorry, Sherlock.” My eyes filled with tears before I could fight it. I stood in front of the main door into my room.

“Kas…” I looked up to face Sherlock as I opened my door. “You can tell me anything. I know you have not been in my company for very long, but I do care. In my own special way. It’s hard for me to express it. I promise I do though.”

I stepped to the side of my door holding it open. “You’ll need to sit and I will need a drink.” Sherlock stalked to a chair in the corner as I rifled through my duffle bag, finding the flask dean gave me a few years back for Christmas. I walked quietly to the edge of the bed before sitting carefully. I threw back the flask and gulped down the burning liquor. As it coated my throat, it drowned the pain in my heart. I started from the top. I told him everything. From witnessing my parents being slaughtered in my childhood home to the Winchesters saving me and giving me a home. Tears streamed down my face despite how many times I tried to swallow them down. “I’m sorry.” He apologized almost robotically. I didn’t take any offense. I knew that is all he could really say when someone drops something like that on you. I stood from my spot on the bed and he stood quickly as well. I looked at Sherlock, my mind running a thousand miles an hour. I dropped the now empty flask on the floor, as I took two short steps to be stood in front of him. I reached my arms around his torso, hugging him tightly as tears continued to fall. He carefully and hesitantly wrapped his arms around my shoulders, tightening his hold on me when he became more sure of his actions. I nuzzled into his neck briefly, before I felt his fingers under my chin. He gently tilted my head back as he leaned in close. His lips were barely on mine. I could see the hesitation in his eyes. “Please, Mr. Holmes. Kiss me.” Sherlock’s lips pressed against mine in a gentle grazing touch. It started a fire within me that hadn’t burned in years. His hand slowly slipped from around my body finding it’s place gently on my cheek. Sherlocks kissed and touched me as though he were afraid I would break. I kissed him sweetly. Running my hands through his hair gingerly. He pulled away slightly causing me to look into his brilliant blue eyes. I felt the small fire burn brighter as it warmed my chest. For the first time since that night I felt complete again. The piece of me that had been lost when my parents died was now filled with none other than the Sherlock Holmes. I smiled softly and pulled away. “There’s so much you have yet to learn about me, Mr. Holmes.” Sherlock smiled and laced his fingers in mine. “Things I would love to hear, whenever you are ready, Ms. Carter.”

In order to help him understand the way I have lived for years and to bring him full circle with the things that go bump in the night, I let him read my journal. As he had questions I would answer them. As he read, he kept his fingers laced with mine and would every so often kiss the top of my hand. Every so often after reading about certain creatures, he would lean over and kiss me softly. “You’re amazing” he would whisper. Around midnight he yawned and stretched. “We have a train to catch in the morning…” He stood slowly and I walked with him to the door that separated our rooms. We kissed once more before he entered his room and closed the door behind him. I listened closely, and never heard him lock the door. My phone buzzed a second later, a text from Sherlock.

I’m just a door away if you need me…

I slowly peeled my clothes off from the hunt, dropping them into a pile beside my bed. I pulled and oversized t-shirt over my head. From the tears and the coffee stain on the bottom left of the shirt, I knew it was one I had stolen from Dean. I didn’t bother to put on pants or shorts for that matter. I knew what awaited me tonight. I climbed into the bed and quietly slid into a deep sleep. That’s when I saw it, all over again. My parents being butchered in front of my eyes. It felt too real. Like I was there all over again. I jolted awake, in a cold sweat. I noticed my hand was wrapped tightly around the Colt, as I pointed it into the nothingness of my room. I tried to fall asleep again, but it was pointless. I stood quietly and tiptoed to the door. I silently entered Sherlock’s room and found him lying in bed with his eyes closed. He had his blue silk striped pajama bottoms on paired with a gray t-shirt. It looked different on him than his usual tie. I slowly climbed into his bed, lying my head on his chest.  

“Are you okay?”

“Just didn’t want to be alone.” He nodded and laid perfectly still, as if he were scared to move. “Would you mind running your fingers through my hair, Mr. Holmes.” I felt his long fingers gently brush through my hair twirling some of the strands as I feel asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

[entergamingxp]

The No Man’s Sky star system that offers normality to those who need it most • Eurogamer.net

As I warp into the system known as The Heart of Unity, it doesn’t seem as if anything special is happening. Five planets and a handful of moons slowly orbit a sun that casts an aquamarine light into the void between. My stellar guides have already entered the orbit of Terra1, a green and blue sphere that, from my vantage amid an asteroid belt, looks pretty Earthlike.

I’ve been invited to tour one tiny portion of No Man’s Sky’s infinite, procedurally-generated universe, where a community project a year in the making flung its doors wide open in a sudden gesture of goodwill. UNity1 is the brainchild of several disparate factions and communities. It originally planned to provide an in-game, faction-neutral meeting ground for politicking, ambassadorial discussions and the arbitration of disagreements. They chose a planet, spent months erecting infrastructure, and looped in the leaders of some of the playerbase’s largest civilisations, such as The United Federation of Traders and Galactic Hub, in anticipation of a big public reveal.

Then the coronavirus pandemic changed everyone’s lives. “In three weeks I met thousands at work, screened countless people and in walking outside the scarcity of human interaction was almost creepy,” says Lillihop. She runs the NMSCafé Discord server and has coordinated much of the planning on UNity1. Outside of No Man’s Sky, she works at a reception at a hospital. “There’s anger and fear, loneliness and loss, and that’s not even the day-to-day.”

Lillihop spoke with friends and peers about what they could offer members of their communities. All of them knew someone who had lost their job or struggled with working from home. Others spoke about being separated from family or friends, as cities, then entire states and countries enacted shelter-in-place orders. They felt like they needed to do something big.

Unity1 member Nirwana dedicated a build known colloquially as the Glitch Museum and pavilion. One of the most impressive pieces of architecture in the system, it will be used as an embassy for future delegates of other factions.

Terra1 isn’t the first planet she and friend DG_Squared planned for my tour. We began with Foundation, a planet in an entirely different system called The Dawn of Unity. It’s a relic of that initial plan: a year-long celebration of the player-created Unification Day to allow builders, explorers, wiki curators, and everyone else a space to express their passion together. We land, appropriately, at a small café built on a hill overlooking a small pond, where I’m allowed to get my bearings while my guides discuss routes. Travelling quickly around the planet means zipping into the thin upper atmosphere of Foundation before arcing back down. I’m shown personalised bases, art projects and edifices to the idea of intergalactic companionship. They’re empty now, and Foundation won’t host any more builds. UNity1’s members raised stakes two weeks ago and immediately began work on preparing The Heart of Unity for the public at large.

“We talked and decided that’s the gift,” Lillihop says. “We wanted it to be from the whole community, and we wanted it to mean something. This is where the unity comes through, in a very human way.”

Back on Terra1, I boost out on my own towards one of the several base markers filling the horizon of my HUD. The seaside cabin I find there is humble compared to the extensive bunkers and soaring temples I’ve seen previously. There are wide windows set into the wooden walls and floors, providing a clear look at both the docks and ocean below. This is AMandy226’s new home, and like an increasing number of players, she found UNity1 when she needed it most.

AMandy226’s seaside base reminds her of the Northern California coast where she lives. She hopes to learn from the accomplished builders in Unity1 and continue to improve her new home away from home.

She started actively playing No Man’s Sky in December, transitioning from a long affair with the free-to-play MMO World of Tanks. The exploration and discovery aspects immediately appealed to her, but those first steps in the universe were rough going. Like many fledgling Travellers, she went online in search of aid and eventually discovered the No Man’s Sky Amino. This networking app might not sling around Twitter or Discord-sized weight, but the official community does boast over 42,000 members.

She fell into conversation with a more seasoned player who goes by the moniker Governor Tarkin. He helped her figure out the basics and begin working her way through the game’s core story missions. She admits being somewhat nonplussed at the response from Tarkin and others.

“Most of my past groups were in PvP games, so talk centred on being good at the game, or winning, or how much better you are than someone else,” AMandy226 says. “A lot of that conversation isn’t very positive.”

Somewhere amid their conversations, Tarkin asked if she had heard of Unity1. He explained she could play how she wanted while always having neighbours relatively close by; no stipulations, just a promise to “not be a jerk”. She was intrigued and agreed to come check it out.

Standing on the docks of that base, constructed of the most basic materials, I remember AMandy226 told me she and her family live near the coast of Northern California. She is a public school teacher, currently earning a degree so she can teach special education classes. California was one of the first states to enact social distancing measures and order non-essential businesses to close, along with public schools. Before the pandemic, she and her family enjoyed taking frequent walks amid the forests and beaches in her area. This digital home, a sanctuary on one planet among countless others, reflects that love and appreciation.

“It’s a community oriented thing for me – a place to let go and do what I want,” AMandy226 says. “I’ve noticed other games aren’t very community oriented and they even look down on newer players. UNity1 is the exact opposite of all that.”

The Inominus Legion’s fortress sits atop a massive flat-topped mountain on the aptly hellish planet of Hades1. The legion is the largest faction to build a permanent base inside Unity1, so far.

Her fellow Travellers in The Heart of Unity are an eclectic bunch, counting popular YouTube builders, podcasters, and lore hounds among their number. But AMandy226 has taken up with the Indominus Legion on the nearby desert planet of Hades1. I find it difficult to square the warm-voiced social butterfly with a group whose base looks straight out of Warhammer 40,000, with every surface dyed either black or red, but she likes the alternative playstyle they offer. While the warmongering commandos may not publicly admit it, their newest conscript describes them as “a really great bunch of guys”. Perhaps more importantly, it’s offered her structure and camaraderie during a time punctuated by isolation.

“Often, when I go to work, I’m by myself. I don’t get to see a lot of my coworkers,” AMandy226 says. “Right now, with all this going on we need an outlet for continuing to talk with people. A lot of the time, it’s not even about No Man’s Sky. We talk about our families or what’s going on in our neighbourhood while you’re playing.”

AMandy226 says the UNity1 base has become her home, and she looks forward to logging in to see how things have changed while she is away. No Man’s Sky’s multiplayer technology limits synchronous play for groups larger than four, but members can still see progress marked in what you construct. As my tour guides lead me around, they remark with wonder and pride at how certain projects are progressing. Their hopes of Unity1 becoming a place of expression and connection seem to be paying off.

“With all of these stresses in life, NMS has become my release for everything,” AMandy226 says. “I am a very social person, so for me to not be able to socialise every day or go to work… But now I can’t wait for my husband to go to work so I can jump in the game, play with my friends, and see what cool builds they’re working on. I don’t see myself ever leaving.”

Governor Tarkin is exceedingly polite for someone styled after an Imperial Grand Moff. The self-described Star Wars fan has been involved in the UNity1 project since the beginning, and now acts as chauffeur for new players, acclimating more every day to life in The Heart. Most receive a care package, of sorts, in the form of basic elements gathered from Tarkin’s regional mining operations.

“I think of it as somebody that’s down on their luck in real life – they’re just unable to get somewhere,” Tarkin says. “It’s like when a community comes together to help provide you with the supplies that you need to be able to get along, to function, to help you find a place to live, your groceries, you know? We help you deal with your little slice of life right there in No Man’s Sky and the UNity1 hub.”

Tarkin works construction in Alabama, and his job is considered essential by the state. He feels fortunate that precaution and early action from local leaders have so far mitigated the spread of the coronavirus. He also knows the work he does in the game is considered by many to be just as essential.

“If you need a place to escape from issues you may have outside of the game, we’re here for you, we got a spot for you,” Tarkin says. “You know, this could be the new norm for a while. So being able to get together and do things somewhere where you have more control over how your life plays out can really help.”

Lillihop dedicated a tiny island to the parts of her hometown she misses the most: a taco truck, a nearby dock that was lost to a storm, and a large cross that illuminates the Fayetteville sky at night.

The Island of Fayetteville is near the end of my tour through The Heart of Unity. Lillihop doesn’t think her work compares to the citadels and monuments, labyrinths and spires elsewhere in the system. It’s small enough that one of us has to park our ships elsewhere and swim across. There’s a single tree, a cross lit up in lights, a futuristic food truck, and a dock extending into the waters. This is a version of home Lillihop brought into UNity1, reminding her of places and landmarks from a city in lockdown.

She, DG_Squared, and the other caretakers of UNity1 have asked everyone who joins their community to do something similar: bring a part of the real world you miss into No Man’s Sky, and share it with others. So far everyone has settled close, but I’m told 250 planets within the region of Weylan’s Quadrant are ready for new Travellers. My home state of Texas is under construction, and, true to form, it encompasses an entire planet on its own.

Connecting with other players in No Man’s Sky was originally meant to be a profound moment, even as developer Hello Games added group content and a multiplayer hub. But those in UNity1 are looking for something more mundane, and yet more essential. “It’s almost like a second job. So that, in a way, kind of makes me feel like it’s still business as usual,” says Tarkin. “You know, like, we could still have the normalcy that we’re looking for when it comes to the game.”

from EnterGamingXP https://entergamingxp.com/2020/04/the-no-mans-sky-star-system-that-offers-normality-to-those-who-need-it-most-%e2%80%a2-eurogamer-net/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-no-mans-sky-star-system-that-offers-normality-to-those-who-need-it-most-%25e2%2580%25a2-eurogamer-net

[bluemoonhounds]

okay so unfortunately real life got in the way of me posting (plus an unexpected power outage as i was finishing the winter timeline hahaha) but take a look at this NBW i found today!

[bluemoonhounds]

get to know: winnie

Winnie, future scout, trained by Meira.

Winnie was removed from her pack due to her lazy attitude, she didn't want for much, but she didn't contribute to the pack, either. Unfortunately, life as a loner was a bit of a harsh wake up call. With no practiced skill set to help her survive, Winnie was grateful to be found by Comet and Meira after falling snout-first into a spring. There is hope for her yet, once she figures out what exactly she's good at.

Winnie was forcibly removed from her pack due to her lazy attitude. She had never wanted for much, but she didn’t have any plans to contribute to the pack, either. Unfortunately, life as a loner was a bit of a harsh wake up call. With no practiced skill set to help her survive, Winnie was grateful to be found by Comet and Meira after falling snout-first into a spring. 

Grateful to be cared for in her vulnerable state, Winnie agreed that she would find some way to repay them for their kindness, and there is hope for her yet, once she figures out what exactly she's good at. Meira wants to train her to be a scout, and brings her on adventures closer to home, with the intention of using the lure of all the wonderful things to discover out in the world as a way to curb Winnie’s inherent laziness. There have of course been teasing remarks about Winnie staying in the pup den to watch over the young ones, but one temporary pupsitting gig was more than enough to keep Winnie away from that role for good. 

Though she still hasn’t gained the proper focus it will take to be a successful scout, her instincts are sharp, and with a little more effort, she is believed to make as good an explorer as Meira. She’s quite close to the other wolf her age, Peach, and the two love to swap stories of their training. She also has a little bit of a crush on the gruff new wolf, Kid, and never fails to be the first to greet him when he returns from a hunt or patrol.

[bluemoonhounds]

get to know: fern

Fern, pupsitter.

Born into a prominent family in a large pack, Fern was the apple of her parents’ eyes. The pair had been struggling to conceive for some time, and though they’d been hoping for a male to continue the family line, they settled for quiet, gentle Fern, and hoped that with time she would be able to fulfill her promised rank of the pack’s advisor, succeeding her father. There was a change, however, as Fern neared the end of her adolescence. Another miracle pregnancy, this time bringing not one, but two younger brothers into Fern’s life. Almost immediately, she was cast aside, told that she would be better suited bringing new blood into the pack, and that now was the time for her to select a mate with matching or better status. 

Crestfallen, Fern weighed her options. She’d never really wanted her father’s role, but it would have been a stable position in the pack, with promise of protection. She couldn’t really resent her parents for their choice, as males were generally preferred within the pack, but she didn’t want to sit around as somebody’s mate, destined to bring litter after litter into the world, and have any future daughters suffer the same fate. Fern made the difficult decision to leave one snowy night, in the cover of a raging blizzard.

It was a few days later that she crossed paths with Meira, whom at first she’d mistaken as another lone wolf. She was surprised to hear that Meira was in fact one of the heads of her pack, and it wasn’t due to a family line or a lack of males, but her skill instead. There was an instant trust bond between the two, and though she was hesitant to join the Blue Moon Hounds, she was impressed by their level-headed leader, and seeing that they were desperate for another responsible adult to help raise their newfound orphans, she settled into the role of pupsitter easily.

Though Fern generally keeps to herself, she puts the pups at ease with her soft-spoken voice and plush fur, and she’s a natural caregiver. Aside from Meira, Fern’s closest friends are the fellow pupsitters, Bronze and Slate. She enjoys her time in the pup den, but when convinced, can be seen stargazing at the highest points of the mountains with Tanicus, who’s a little more than in love with her, though she doesn’t seem to notice.

[bluemoonhounds]

get to know: puffin

Puffin, future hunter, trained by Tanicus.

Not much is known about Puffin’s origins. He was discovered by Tanicus and Comet in a bundle of sticks and dead undergrowth, though they would’ve missed him entirely if it hadn’t been for the pitiful whines he’d made.

Immediately brought back to the camp, the older wolves worried about what to do with him. Neither of them had the parental instincts, and Meira had been out at the time. It had been a bit of a scramble, but after making him a soft nest and warming him up, a decision was made to look for another wolf that would be able to help look after him and any other pups that may find their way into the pack. 

As he grew, Puffin and Tanicus were more or less attached at the hip, and Puffin views Tanicus as his adoptive father, who has always been patient and kind with him. A young wolf full of ideas, Puffin hopes to form his own hunting party one day, and he can usually be found practicing his stalking, which coincidentally is Tanicus’s role in his own hunting party. He gets along well with the other pups, except for Figaro, who shadows him constantly, and Moth, who he seems to have some sort of rivalry with.