#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It was either yesterday or the day before that I found (official) free download links to three outdated builds of Totally Accurate Battle Simulator and cleared the campaign of one of them to unlock a faction it used against me.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(where there were a total of twenty-one units you could purchase, none had yet been removed, and the original map had been replaced by four different ones), the Open Alpha (which let you see your enemies and their formations before fighting them, let you see where on the map you were placing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 🐾

[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🔥

[cringefail-clown]

with friends like you people, who needs enemies

[saradiation]

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

[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.

[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”

[gbiechele]

Unfurlings

Top - Minolta MD Macro 100mm f.4.0 Middle - Minolta MC Rokkor-PG 58mm f/1.2 Bottom - Yashica Yashinon 5.5cm f/1.8 Sony A7

[shamrockqueen]

Omega retreat chapter 7

Pairing : Alpha Bucky x Reader

Warnings : R18, eventual Smut, uncomfortable situation, heat cycles, scenting, something is amiss

Word count : 1891

Masterlist

Summary : As an unmarked and lonely omega you find a flyer for a service called The Omega Retreat.

You are paired with a compatible alpha to spend your heat or just a week at a luxurious cabin at a forest resort. Amenities and Utilities included. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, fresh air, as well as the company of an alpha of your choosing. What could possibly go wrong?

Your lips tightened together, not uttering a single word in response to this stranger as your scent became tainted with a new sense of unease.

“What, are you shy, baby?” He leaned in towards you, breaking further through your comfort zone. “You can call me Mr. Rumlow, if I could only get your name in return…”

“Sir?” The small chirp of another staff member rang through the air, leaving you to finally breathe as his gaze was stolen. “I have to ask you to leave the other clients alone, please.”

“I’m just saying ‘hello’ to the lovely lady. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Sir, I will not ask again.” The expression on her face became all the more sharp, just as her tone did. The unwanted Alpha clicked his tongue in annoyance before trudging past her, knocking against her shoulder in the process.

He regained composure almost immediately, turning back to you with a plastic smile. “Come with us, ma’am. Your partner was called, and your transportation is ready.”

“Really?” It was a relief to be able to leave this atmosphere, but it was a lot sooner than you’d initially thought. You hadn’t even seen Bucky yet.

The other beta shittered around her, grabbing your bags back up as she helped pull you from the chair. You hoped the reason for the hasty retreat wasn’t due to your increasingly potent pheromones laying thick in the air around the room.

"Yes, ma’am, this way.” Both of the staff members quickly ushered you towards the doors at the other side of the building, where they had transport waiting for you. Sadly, it wasn’t fast enough, as another commotion broke out at another desk as you passed by.

It had been an angry couple, and soon voices began to rise as another large Alpha turned his ire towards the staff member.

“You gave me a beta bitch!!” His scream echoed around the room and was met with a shrill response of “grow up, you pig” from the lady at his side.

They barely had you out the door as the loudest part of the conversation rang through the air as he shouted back, “You fucking lied to me!”

The door clicked shut behind you, and you stood by the glass, nearly shaking as the smaller beta loaded your bag into the waiting vehicle. The female was at your side, soothing you with her neutral scent as he squeezed your shoulder.

“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience; this doesn’t normally happen.”

“Is everything alright over there?” Your voice cracked, a jolt of fear shaking your knees. The aura of a raging alpha makes your inner Omega cower, twisting your belly until it makes you sick. It’s the sickness that terrified you the most, and you would have collapsed and curled into a ball on the floor if it hadn’t been for the sweet beta beside you.

“It’s nothing to worry about, ma’am. We’re an alpha and omega match service, but some Betas like to slip through the cracks, and it can make their potential partner a little upset.” She spoke so smoothly as she guided you into the car, and you curled into the seat without realizing you’d made it this far.

“Okay.” You spoke back meekly. You think that it sounds fair to be upset if someone lied like that, but it still seemed like an overreaction.

She held the door as she leaned in to speak, calming you further. “Your stay should be much better from here, ma’am.” With that last sentiment, she gently closed the door, and the door pulled away immediately.

The ride is quiet, shadowed by the large trees surrounding the thin road. You are very disheartened by the sour display, and the few red flags seem to draw up on the horizon. But your budding heat, along with the sight of the cabin in the distance, made your excitement bloom back to life.

The idea of finally meeting James made your body even hotter than it was when your heat crept from under your skin. You were almost there, and just maybe he’d be waiting for you at your little forest escape.

But, as the car pulled to a soft stop near the cabin’s entrance, there wasn’t anyone there to greet you.

“Where is..” you almost didn’t want to ask, your voice shrinking as you spoke.

The driver turned back to you, most likely anticipating your confusion. “We decided to bring you up a little early to make you more comfortable.”

“Oh.” Your shoulders sank as the little syllable left your shaking lip.

You didn’t want to cry, not here, but you didn’t mean to put any of the staff on edge over your own anxieties, let alone your heat.

The driver didn’t speak again to reassure you, choosing instead to get out of the car to secure your bags from the trunk. You followed suit slowly as they carried the luggage past the small porch and towards the door to let themselves inside.

The cabin was just as beautiful as you had seen in the advertisement. The kitchen was a georgeous oak with emerald green tiling, and the dining table sat at its side, past the island that sat beside its stove.

“Alright..” She spoke with a plastic smile, heavily rehearsed as it spread from cheek to cheek. “…so here’s the kitchen; the bedroom is shared with the den over by those beautiful windows; the bathroom and back down that hallway.”

She set your bags by the door before continuing with the small tour. “You chose the meal kits, which are stocked in the fridge alongside a selection of wine and spirits.”

They went over all the necessary amenities from top to bottom. They were quick to try and say their farewell, giving you a curt “If there are no other questions, then I’ll leave you to wait for your partner.”

“I..is there an emergency number? You know if anything happens.” You stuttered out before they could leave just yet. If anything happened and even your expectant Alpha couldn't help you, then you would need a lifeline.

You watched her take a thick swallow, nearly looking through you before finally answering. “Of course. There’s a phone by the bathroom and a list of office numbers beside it in case you need to reach us for anything. Plus, your phone should have coverage even out there.” She said everything with a wavering smile that you nearly didn’t notice.

Sadly, you were too anxious to think about it further, assuming your troubled scent was simply putting her on edge.

“Thank you.”

“No problem; have a nice day.” It was the last sentiment they gave before leaving and letting the door click closed behind them. Then it was quiet. A tranquil sort of quiet.

The soft rustle of the leaves as the wind gently swept through them was coupled with the chirping of small birds. Walking past the chair by your bag, you gravitated towards one of the wide windows.

The glass was cold against your skin as you pressed your fingers to it. Your heat is thrumming through your veins, shaking your body, and the slight chill from the window was very much welcome. You pushed away, wandering through the beautiful cabin.

The fridge was indeed well stocked, and you glanced over the possible meals the two of you could share. Getting to cook together was something you thought would be really fun, and Bucky seemed excited when you asked.

You weren’t a chef by any means, but you were no slouch when it came to making at least a nice meal, and now you get to make it for two.

Checking the cupboards, you find more food, wine, and liquor. It was all accompanied by necessary plates and cookware, as well as some dish soap and other emergency cleaning supplies. Nothing heavy-duty like bleach.

You have to do a double take at the expensive-looking scotch sitting beside the simple brands of wine you’d picked out. Bucky never discussed money or income with you, something you were too nervous to initially ask. However, looking back at the dark liquor, it seemed he may be used to the finer things in life.

You carefully closed the cupboard back up before wandering through to the den as you fanned at your warm skin. You tap your phone, still tucked away in your back pocket, before pulling it out to check the time.

You didn’t expect to be here so early, and you didn’t want to be left in a heated mess before he was able to arrive. You weren’t even supposed to check in for another hour, but you didn’t think the heat blooming along your skin was going to be as much of an issue for others as it was for you.

You sat back in one of the soft chairs, trying to shut your eyes to just relax. You thought about finally seeing your Alpha, growing more excited to finally see Bucky, when the roar of any engine broke through the peaceful silence.

You pushed up from the chair as the car stopped by the porch, and he stepped out.

He was taller than you thought he’d be; his long, thick legs were hugged snuggly by a pair of black jeans. He had his duffel bag in his hand and wore a loose red flannel that opened to show a gray tank top underneath. But, it was his shoulder-length brown hair that had you gawking. It was even more enticingly soft than the video and photos did justice to, and you just watched as he ran his fingers through the back of it to better shake it into place.

He finally turned away from the car as he shut the door, locking his ocean blue eyes on your little figure standing on the porch. He immediately breaks out into a smile, just another part of him that was far more breathtaking in person than in any of his pictures.

You slowly stepped down the small set of stairs. Part of you wanted to run and leap at him, but another part was still too weary to simply let you throw yourself into his arms. So you were left standing at that last step and calling out to him instead.

“Bucky.” Your voice was a wisp as you tried to find enough breath in your lungs to speak. He didn’t move as the car pulled away, giving you an equal look of awe and admiration.

His car had disappeared up the gravel road when he dropped his duffel bag to his side and opened his arms.

“Don’t I get a hug, Omega?” He spoke playfully, but with an actual need laying behind his words, as he had longed to hold you.

This was it. This was the moment you’d waited for. This was the man that may save you, that just might make that fear and pain go away. It was a lot to put on his shoulders and he hadn’t any knowledge of it.

After all the frustration, all the anxiety he was finally here in the flesh and standing just a few feet away. You only needed to leap forward and you’d be in his arms.

You propelled yourself off the porch, running down the steps, and throwing yourself right into his arms for a tight embrace.

“That’s more like it." He buried his nose into your hair and hugged you close, almost lifting you off the ground.

You took in his scent, which was thick like barrel-aged rum and horribly intoxicating. It made your knees turn to jelly, and your legs nearly wiggled out from under you. You had to tighten your arms around his neck for support, and his own squeezed at your waist.

Chapter 8

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[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]