#closed alpha

[steftastan]

Hey everybody! 33 Immortals, the game I'm working on at Thunder Lotus Games is releasing a Closed Alpha. Come play our game and let us know what you think! We are still working hard on this project so we want to know your feedback.

This project is my first job as Art Director and for the past four years I have been giving it my absolute all. I love my job and the team I've been so fortunate to work with. This Closed Alpha feels to me like sharing a sliver of that joy with you all. Please head to this link and sign up using the form! Med, our Community Manager, will keep you filled in with all the details. :)

https://thunderlotusgames.com/33-immortals/#newsletter-sign-up

We also have a Discord: https://discord.com/invite/TLG

BONUS ULTRA SECRET DEVELOPMENT ART

I like to draw our avatar, the Rebel Soul, doing silly stuff.

[duscarasheddinn]

It was either yesterday or the day before that I found (official) free download links to three outdated builds of Totally Accurate Battle Simulator and cleared the campaign of one of them to unlock a faction it used against me.

Those being Pre-Alpha 0.2.0 (where there were a total of twenty-one units you could purchase, none had yet been removed, and the original map had been replaced by four different ones), the Open Alpha (which let you see your enemies and their formations before fighting them, let you see where on the map you were placing your units, and remembered where your units were placed if you cut the battle short, lost in the campaign, or either side won in the Sandbox; since it was 2016, units based on Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, who respectively threw GMail icons like ninja stars and held two inaccurate M16s and could summon a wall that could fall down in front of where it was placed, were added, though they were never intended to be in the full release), and the Closed Alpha (which added a Neon faction based on science fiction that you could only use after clearing the campaign even though it used the faction against you, as well as a pyramid in the Sahara desert map with an opening on top that summoned a plague to attack both teams should any unit fall in).

[compaculaaa]

Kittens 🐾

[cringefail-clown]

with friends like you people, who needs enemies

[sunsburns]

Okay I sorta think Logan is capable of knotting. Something people don’t know is his connection with animals, and allowing him to somewhat communicate with creatures. And we all know he has a great sense of smell. Anyway please humor me 😭😭😭 we know he’s half animal half man in the streets and in the sheets.

(Also when he was charging at Deadpool on all fours… yeah he’s in touch with his primal, animal side)

good fucking god. i literally had to search this up. for those of you who don't know, the term "knotting" is based on real wolf (and dog) biology where their... yk... swells up after an orgasm and basically locks them into place inside their partner. this is about to get freakkyy (18+)

logan stays hovering over you when it happens. his hot breath blowing against your skin and you breathe in every exhale. noses brush over each other, and you bring your hands up to caress his face, your thumb pushing at the deep furrow between his brows.

he grumbles, eyes still closed, unwilling to move.

you let him stay, let him slowly collapse against you, the warmth from his body rolling off in waves until he's pressed against you. chest to chest, logan brings his mouth to the crock of your neck.

you feel his hips still twitching, pelvis rolling against yours, coaxing a low, tired moan out of you. you feel so full, his bulge in your stomach, the space where the two of you meet wet and sticky, but he doesn't move.

"logan," you sigh, breathless with his weight on you. "lo..."

"hmm?"

"are you gonna...?"

"what?"

"move?"

"...i can't."

"what?" you shift, trying to sit up, but he doesn't let you. logan wraps his arms around your middle, holding you tight. his touch is gentle, possessive, and protective and he kisses the hot skin of your neck tenderly.

"can we just stay 'ere for a bit? i wanna stay close to you," his words are slurred and muffled the more he buries his face into your skin, the hair of his beard tickling you.

that's when you feel it, his cock, still deep inside you, growing. not the same way it does when he gets hard, but rather swelling, increasing in girth, pressing against your walls, stretching against them.

logan runs his warm hand up and down your sides, hoping to ease you to the feeling when a choked noise slips past your lips. "that's it. just relax, bub."

[namelessdumbass]

This is THE BEST Meliora era photo

Terzo's face paint, Ghouls reaching out to him, his confidence. That's so hot🔥

[jadewritesficshere]

Just thinking about s4 but when Alpha!Eddie grabs Steve to shove the bottle against his neck, he doesn't realize Steve is an omega and accidentally scruffs him. And Steve is just boneless, kinda goes down. And Eddie isn't expecting deadweight and almost falls ontop of Steve but realizes what's happening (let's just say he's fought off a few bullies who scruffed members of his pack). He immediately drops the bottle and holds onto Steve, who tries to scent Eddie. Just shoves his face into Eddie's neck and nuzzles it, lets out a purr unintentionally.

[gbiechele]

Winter Sun Yashica Yashinon 5.5cm f/1.8 Sony A7

[saradiation]

It's 11/11 and the homestucks asked for Dirk so here he is 🫡🧡

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[profanepurity]

Bitter old man goes full Italian when Beta Alpha touches his baby brother.

There’s just not enough unhinged Secondo content. But because he has two Cardinals following him like little shadows in this AU, I’m taking it upon myself to deliver my version of “fluffy family content”

[thesunlikehoney]

HELLO EVERYBODY. I HAVE. ART.

Cody had a bad day. He needed a hug T-T

This is a commission from my friend @ivvmell, of a scene from my fic I will wait for this to end. They have done some jaw-dropping art for my fics and for Star Wars in general and it was really wonderful to work with them on this! (As far as I know, their commissions are still open!! Go get some epic art!!!)

[bunnyreaper]

kinktober 16 - scent

john price x reader

(18+/mdni, abo dynamics)

John's chest is your home. The one place you feel most safe in the world. You cuddle up into him, savouring the thick layer of fat that blankets his muscles and gives you the best space to cuddle. Strong arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and secure—and his scent, his perfect scent surrounds you completely. 

You've never smelt anyone like your Alpha—you knew he was the one for you when you latched onto his scent, smelling it more richly than anything you've sensed in life before. Smokey, woody, rich and deep. 

And now he wants to deprive you of it, as he tries to peel himself away from you to leave the bed. 

"Alpha..." You whine needily,  snuggling into his neck and savouring his scent while you still can—hoping you can somehow convince him to stay. "Don't go." 

"I have to, love. Got a meeting soon." His voice rumbles through you, warm and soothing, even if you hate the words he speaks. 

You tighten your arms and legs around him, clinging tight. If he really wanted to get up, he could, even with you clinging, but he doesn't just yet. "Please, just a little longer." 

He huffs, fond amusement as his hand strokes through your hair. "Okay, stay snuggled up, my sweet girl." 

You dive into his neck once more, tracing your nose across his scent gland, rubbing yourself into his thick beard and swapping your scents. "Fuck, you smell so good." Once more, your voice drops to a whimper—your natural submissive reaction completely unrestrained as you begin to grind into his thigh just ever so slightly. 

"Yeah?" His laugh is soft and sweet, but his voice drops a little lower as your arousal fuels his. "Can't get enough of your alpha's smell?" 

"Why do you have to go? Why do you have to leave this bed?" You grow more dramatic with your whining as you continue, gripping onto him deathly tight and never wanting to let him go.

"Should be staying here with my pretty little omega." He purrs, rubbing his face across the crown of your head and treasuring your own scent. He was addicted to yours as you were his.

You nod enthusiastically, a serene smile spreading across your face. "Yes, yes you should." Right now, or really ever, you can think of nothing better than confining you and John to bed forever more. 

"I'll leave this shirt behind for you, darling." John whispers, knowing you'll spend most of the morning snuggled into it and inhaling his scent.

You raise your hand, sticking out your pinky finger in a sweet, innocent gesture. "Promise?" 

John links his finger with yours, bringing your intertwined hand up to kiss and seal his vow. "Promise, my sweet omega." 

[gynoidgearhead]

tradwife is a neogender for mostly cis people. change my mind

[conceptofjoy]

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Jason breaking out of Arkham and taking Joker Jr. Tim with him because he imprinted on that little motherfucker.