#doesn't have to be hg

[cloysterbell]

Pete, I need you to stay here.

[cosmicvaca]

Part of my Kakyoin lives au. Noriaki has pieces in a new gallery, and Jotaro, though feeling very nervous (hence the RBF), comes to support his partner. The photographer also made him take off his hat for the photo.

Close ups and painting under cut

I kinda went nuts with their belts, but it's so them <3

[defiledtomb]

I am sorry for my radio silence :< I am attempting to gather my thoughts on some topics I want to address, while irl has had me in a merciless grip lately. I will be back as soon as everything stops spinning so god damn fast 😵‍💫

[funeralprocessor]

Finally getting back into plamo. Will post pictures shortly

[villainsidestep]

(sees fawn continuously trying to be good) oh….. sweet thing…… 😞

[primus-why]

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[crewm-sayce]

Theory: Mlynar used to be part of the Armorless Union

before the Union became integrated into KGCC, and were still altruistic.

The Union seems to have gotten its start fighting against knight injustice, as Roy says that Darksteel became known when they killed a knight that was taking advantage of the locals. With how Toland says that it used to be the knights (who were all nobles back then) who oppressed and exploited people, a knight-assassin would be fighting against the reigning powers for little personal gain.

Between Mlynar’s promotion record (”Knights should stand with those in distress, those with nothing but the clothes on their backs.”) and his home screen line (”You should be aware of my time spent living among the refugees...? The Infected, the disabled, the bankrupt, the famished and poor... they're all the same in the ways that matter.”), he used to fight for people considered undesirable.

All of that, combined with how Mlynar and Darksteel know each other personally, means it’s possible that Mlynar worked with Darksteel to protect oppressed people a very long time ago.

[stag-beetle-and-skeleton-bloom]

YIPPEE ! !

[phefics]

I NEED to know how the hg boys would react to you stealing and wearing their shirts around the house without anything underneath

OR wearing their sweatshirts on casual outings

Xoxo- 🦢

peeta gets giddy when you wear his clothes, he finds it so romantic and intimate. especially with nothing underneath...that's a whole new level of sexy to him. "look so good in my clothes, baby," he mutters, toying with the hem, pushing the shirt up so he can kiss your stomach before going down on you.

gale teases you about it. "little thief," he says in your ear, grinning. "but i do like how you look in my sweater..." and bends you over a table to punish you for stealing, pounding into you.

finnick finds it so cute, he wants you to wear his clothes all the time. when you're on the beach and it starts to get chilly in the evening, he'll take off his sweater and hand it to you, smirking because he knows you always "forget" to bring your own clothes to keep warm. and, if the mood is right, he'll press you against a towel in the sand and go down on you.

coriolanus pretends that it bothers him, but he finds it really sweet. "i need that shirt for work," he'll say, pretending to be annoyed. "you gonna wash it for me?" he comes up behind you, plays with the buttons. "tigris made me this shirt, i don't want to fuck you in it, baby. take it off and meet me in the bedroom, alright? make sure you hang it up nice so it doesn't get wrinkled."

sejanus jokes that he clearly doesn't buy you enough clothes, and asks if he's neglecting you, but he's grinning the whole time. "clearly i don't spoil you enough," he teases. "since you have to steal my stuff." and kisses your neck, nipping at your ear playfully.

[lalage]

i love the record keeper so much. arknights why would you make a one-off event npc so cute. for what. he doesn't even have a name. he seems like someone who would know where the best dimsum and mala hotpot in town are, and his ears would perk up when you call him, and he would spend hours walking around town just talking to you (chongyue) about what it's like to be human, to be alive. BRING HIM BACK HG GIVE HIM A NAME

[kitsuneisi]

Hi doody and maruu!!

As someone who does doodles and writes about this au, I have some questions, so answer as many or as little as you want :D

Do the Emerald Soldiers and the government have a good relationship? Like do they work together at all or…?

Does being an avian automatically make you a part of Nexus? Or are you still considered “dangerous” by the average human or government if you have the wings? Like Jimmy, even if he isn’t a part of Nexus?

Is mumbo a human?

Does Scar hide his identity as an emerald soldier a secret for his own safety? Is being an Emerald Soldier considered a “bad thing” or are they just considered to be another police force?

Since the term “mutant” has now been narrowed down to the supposed “witches” and “sirens”, are there any other groups aside from Nexus that work against the government but are still mutants?

Will there be more recognition with Sirens as the story progresses?

Does Grian like mushrooms? :)

Will Grian’s reason for joining Nexus be explained through the story?

What do the other characters think about the Emerald Soldiers? Like for example, Mumbo, who knows about Grian’s secret identity, would he dislike the ES for attempting to attack/capture his friend?

That’s all, have a good day :D

Answer to the questions!

1. The emerald soldiers are a subdivision of the police department under the government jurisdiction. It's like the SWAT in the US

2. No, being an avian doesn't make you an automatic member of Nexus. Nexus is a revolutionary movement that works with the vigilante dynamic, trying to defend the people by unauthorized ways and giving attacks to the government system to destabilize it. Deryn (the original character who is the leader of Nexus) and grian just happen to both be avians. There are more characters like Jimmy, skizz and other characters who will eventually appear who are avians but aren't part of Nexus.

3. Yes, mumbo is human. But scar things he might be a vampire since he is really pale and always has red stuff around him (it's more a bit than a genuine belief)

4. Being an emerald soldier is not seen as a bad thing, on contrary they are well perceived, and in hotguy case is almost like he was a celebrity. Scar keeps his identity hidden as a way to protect him from possible attacks while he is out of service by orders of his superiors and a way to keep his privacy as a more personal motivation.

5. There probably is, but the other organizations are probably more of charities and social protection services rather than another vigilante group. But that doesn't take away the possibility of solo vigilantes without an organization.

6. Yes, there will be sirens soon

7. I think he likes them like any other food.

8. It will be explain the reason why Grian joined Nexus and his early years

9. Mumbo has a negative view of the emerald soldiers. He thinks they are cowards and that they sell themselves to the government with their humanity (but he does think hg is quite the handsome lad)

[yan-randomfandom]

Hiii baby! Can I request Jinx, Cait and if you do Maddie (all separately) w/ a gf who is dose very crafty/homemade makeovers?

Hear me out- why spend money on a cut & color, new piercing, nails ect when your hg can do it for you herself?? (I just grew up poor and had to learn😭😭)

Jinx, Caitlyn, & Maddie with a crafty girlfriend headcanons!!

a/n: omg its so nice that you rose up & learned em😭 such a fun request! this one is written before act 3

I didn't proofread or edit so please feel free to point out anything that's bothering you 😭

also this might be ooc.... im so sorry if it is😔

Let's go and start with ...

🌀

Jinx

Jinx has an established style with her neon painted nails, twin braids, inventions, and everything in her possession. An endearing fashion sense, even if some think it looks ridiculous lmaooo

With Jinx being an artisan and artist herself, you both find being creative a common ground in your relationship!

Makeovers anytime, anywhere. No need to find professionals when you have your girlfriend right here! It's a give and take relationship for sure. I imagine it'd be so fun and full of laughs 😩

Also I think you guys will inspire each other back and forth lolol

Having an art block and you don't like it? Ask the other for help!

And if you're both having art blocks? Well, Jinx will take you out on vastly different spots until you find what you're looking for. It's a great way to bond, and sightseeing is nice (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

When you're exploring new styles, and you aren't doing it on Jinx, she would love to simply watch you work. It has some sort of calming effect on her, especially if you're rambling while doing it.

If she sees something of your art that she likes, she might just copy you in her style! Kind of like how Jinx did that makeup when she was in Vi's apartment or something

Although don't be surprised if you wake up and see your face horrendously painted in the morning 😔

You can't even revenge because she sleeps with one eye open, I fear

☄️

Caitlyn

MAN. I feel like you'd have to beg Caitlyn for even the simplest makeovers. She looks so plain rn (in the style way) or am I just blind 😭

You suppose it makes sense. She looks so perfect and you keep giving compliments. Like, why is she so pretty?? There's just so many possibilities you can do with her appearance!!

But, sadly, she doesn't let you give her makeovers much. Not that she doesn't like your work, she respects it and adores it, but arts isn't exactly her thing.

I think make-up of any kind would probably feel uncomfortable for her. Plus it would be a hassle to remove it, she would say.

What you can do is give her hair a trim. A perfect line, as much as possible. She comes to you when her hair feels longer, or more damaged, than usual. Granted, it can be boring, but you're just glad you're doing something for her.

Another thing is that you can choose outfits for her. You can doll her up anytime as long as you don't take too long picking combinations!

If she has time, she'll probably let you paint her nails. Make sure she doesn't regret it, or else she might never let you again.

She'd buy anything you want, by the way. Money isn't a problem for her. So you technically have unlimited supplies, thank goodness, 'cause sometimes they can be so expensive.

You jokingly tell her that even if you break up, if she ever changes her mind about getting something, she'll come to you. Absolute dibs on Caitlyn!!

🍯

Maddie

I feel like Maddie has never really delved into bodily artworks, since she spent most of her time studying about laws and stuff.

Like,, do we agree on the motion that she cut her hair so she doesn't have to deal with it 😭 Less weight during missions too

So when her amazing girlfriend happens to be passionate about creatives? Oh, boy, she's going to be filled with curiosity.

She'll allow you to do anything you want to her, as long as it isn't permanent. In fact, she's super enthusiastic about it, always trusting the process and seeing the result.

You're so creative that it's impressive!! Even if it isn't your best work, she always finds a way to praise you 😭

She'd love to watch you work as well, but she's not exactly the quiet type 🥲

Expect a whole bunch of questions. "What's that for?" "Why are you putting that?" "Ooh, that technique looks complicated. How—"

One of your quality time is definitely you trying to teach her new things. Let her paint your nails, do your hair, and anything that can make you both happy.

If you make clips or whatnot, you definitely try to overload her fluffy hair with decoration. You try different hairstyles possible with that length of hers.

Sometimes, you catch her playing around with your make-up alone. It almost always ends with you fixing it up for her 😭

you, showing your new haircut (it looks horrible): yoooo isn't this so rizzing

jinx: hell yeah

caitlyn: you are not going out like that. go get your unnecessary amount of hair extensions and choose from there

maddie: hell yeah

[defiledtomb]

Hey, I saw your worries about the save system and I just wanted to let you know that someone built one for steam a while back that I've already used on several games.

https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/save-manager-and-editor-for-steam-open-source/107649

It needs a little patience when you load a save, I usually count to 3 between loading and reopening the game, but other than that I've had no problems with it.

I hope this helps.

[disgurrr]

I can't help but think how Katniss's narration of Finnick and Annie always holding-hands had a certain longing to it, almost a painful one, even some jealousy to it, IMO. Because wherever they are, whatever they are doing, Finnick never lets go of his girl's hand. And it reminds me of all those times Peeta held Katniss's hand:

When they were walking down the train tracks coming back home from first games, when they walked through the gloomy streets of 12, when they entered the opening ceremony for the 74th/75th HG's, when they were waiting for their turn for their private sessions, etc., etc.

And just how good and warm it made her feel in all those times, how it just grounded her when everything else felt like it was about to crush her.

Katniss's constant observation of Annie and Finnick holding hands—even the simple fact she is narrating something so close and special to an element of her and Peeta's relationship—rings to me how Katniss is longing to have what Finnick got back. Because she knows if her Peeta was there, he would be holding her hand. Never letting go of it.

So, it doesn't really surprise me that on the same pages, Peeta shows up in the cafeteria, making reality wash all over her. And it also doesn't surprise me when she, once again, observes Finnick holding Annie's hand tightly as they are leaving the cafeteria, while Peeta is close to her. And everything is oh so taunting for her, for them.

[dinoace2]

For @hg-aneh , this comic they made :]

Bit of a different take, this time, what if it wasn't just that he didn't talk, but he couldn't?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a shitty day.

All the days had been shitty.

Aziraphale had lost count how many there had been so far, and rain doesn't exist in Heaven. But clouds massing over Soho suggested that the newest thunderstorm was on its way, and it was going to be a big one.

Earlier...

"No, no, please, you can't do this!" Aziraphale thrashed about, trying to loose the grip of the Powers who held onto each of his arms. One on either side, holding tight to ensure he couldn't move.

Uriel sneered at him, their eyes flaring with anger. "I already told you once, Aziraphale. You ask too many questions. Supreme Archangel or not, there still remain standards that must be met. Lines that cannot be crossed."

Aziraphale frowned. "It still seems quite reasonable to me to demand why! The very idea of creating Humanity, just to destroy it, it's...well, it's senseless! Sure, they've made mistakes, but they don't deserve utter annihilation for it! And they definitely don't deserve it if the only reason is 'the Almighty has grown bored of Her little social experiment'! That logic is, quite frankly, nothing short of childish and ridic- !"

One of the other angels cut him off with a knee to the stomach. He winced, letting out a huff of air as he sank to his knees.

"Thats enough!" Michael frowned. "I'm not sure what the Metatron saw in you before, but I'm glad He finally came to His senses." She leaned down, inches from his face. "I've half a mind to strike you down where you stand, traitor."

"S-surely," Aziraphale whispered, his voice hoarse. "Surely, this can't be what She wants. This can't be Her will."

“You don't have the right to suggest what She wants.” Michael scowled. “such blasphemy begs execution.”

“I think you and I both know what happened the last time you tried.” Aziraphale managed a smirk. 

“We're well aware, thank you.” She huffed. “we had to get creative this time around, I hate to say.” She waved a hand. “Uriel!”

She stepped aside as the other archangel approached, some sort of weapon in hand. They raised their arm to strike, and Aziraphale flinched, his eyes shut tight.

…

He paused. Wasn't something supposed to happen? He opened his eyes, only to find Uriel already putting their weapon away. 

What happ- he paused. His mouth had opened, his lips formed the words, but…he didn't say anything. No sound came out.

He tried again, getting the same result. Michael chuckled. “A fitting consequence for the angel who talked too much, no?” she waved to the angels on either side of him. “You know what to do.”

Aziraphale struggled in their grasp as they dragged him away, far past the point of no return.

~~~

It burns...

It's so cold, but it burns...

Aziraphale wasn't sure how long he'd been falling.

He felt infernal wind flying around him, whipping in his hair and tearing through his feathers. It was completely dark, he couldn't see anything. The only reason he knew which way was down was because thats the direction he was going.

Hellfire lashed at him as he Fell, flicking at his clothes, his skin, his wings.  Every burst of flame stung with a flash of icy, searing pain that burned deep into his soul.

He wanted to cry out, to scream, to call for something, anything, but when his mouth opened he was still trapped in the same empty, maddening silence as if he had done nothing at all.

He wondered if this was how Crowley felt when he Fell; freezing, burning, hurting...alone. Thinking through everything that led him here. Wondering if he did the right thing. Wondering if there was anything else he should have done, anything else he could have done, to possibly have changed what he now faced.

Crowley...

What would he say, when he saw Aziraphale like this? What would he do? Would he even do anything? Would he glare down at him? Say 'I told you so'? Grin and laugh? Or maybe he'd just walk away, not even dignifying a response. Aziraphale wouldn't even blame him for that, considering how he left things. Whatever Crowley decided to do, it was definitely going to be deserved.

He put a hand to his throat, realizing that, whatever happened, he wouldn't be able to say anything. Wouldn't be able to explain himself, or say anything that he wanted to, or... he paused, then hugged himself. For the rest of eternity, no matter how much he may want to, no matter how hard he'd try, he would never be able to tell Crowley those three bloody words that he'd always wanted to say. Those three blasted words that had been on the tip of his tongue for millenia. Those three damned words that he should have said before.

But...even if he said them now...there was no guarantee (or, at this point, no chance) that Crowley would accept it, surely. Not after everything he did...after everything that happened.

  He hugged himself, pulling his knees to his chest, and choked on a silent sob. Everything hurt, he felt confused and scared and ruined. All he felt he could do was fall, and wait for the crash.

~~~

Aziraphale's eyes opened. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know what he was. He felt nothing at all. But at the same time he felt everything…and it all hurt. His lungs burned and his eyes stung. A cloud of ash lingered around him, smothering the nearby air and nearly making him choke.

He wanted to curl up, to cry, to never move again. He felt like he couldn't move, yet still that he had to. His face hardly moved, his expression limp and exhausted and miserable. In all fairness, that's exactly how he felt. Nothing. 

He gathered what strength he had and pulled himself to sit up, looking around. His skin stung with burns and his eyes couldn't quite focus. His fingers curled in coarse, sharp, black sand beneath him, and waves lapped at his feet. A burnt smell came from the bubbling ‘water’. Sulfur…? It looked like some sort of…infernal beach.

He got to his feet, brushing the sand off his coat and beginning to walk. Hell's offices must not be far from here.

Sure enough, after walking for a while he made it to a dim-lit building, greenish light spilling out of the few windows. Heaven's basement, indeed.

When Aziraphale opened the doors, all went suddenly still and silent. All eyes fell on him. The cramped crowds parted as he walked past, perhaps out of recognition, perhaps out of fear. He stopped one demon on his way, asking for directions by simply pointing a finger up.

~~~

The clouds overhead were dense and dark, nearly blotting out the natural sunlight of the late afternoon. Thunder rolled in the distance, deep and low, a promise of the storm that was to come.

A distinct ding echoed in the empty Soho street corner, and a cloud of ash spilled out onto the sidewalk.

As if to gather what dignity he had left, Aziraphale straightened his coat, straightening the wrinkles in the fabric, and approached A.Z. Fell and Co. The first raindrops of the oncoming tempest splashed against the pavement.

He hesitated as he reached for the door. The bookshop was an embassy after all. Demons aren't allowed to pass without permission...would he even be able to go inside his own- well...not his anymore - home? His fingers clasped around the doorknob and gently turned it, breathing out a sigh of relief when nothing stopped him.

The familiar chime of the doorbell was almost comforting as he stepped inside, but relief was quick to be replaced by regret.

It was dark. The lights were all out, the shades all drawn. The shop looked untouched, and while ordinarily that would be a good thing, not like this. Everything was covered in a visible layer of dust. He swiped his finger on the till counter, carving a revealed line of clean wood beneath the soft gray film. Not just untouched, but abandoned.

You poor thing...wasn't Muriel supposed to look after you?

Among the stagnant, silent scenery, a mop of long red hair was draped across a table. The body slumped beneath it stirred at the sound of the doorbell. Golden eyes blinked slowly, adjusting to the shift in lighting.

Aziraphale stood still, saying nothing, doing nothing. What happened to you? How long was I gone? How long have you been alone? His mind raced with questions that he couldn't voice.

Once he noticed the figure in front of him, Crowley was quick to sit upright, eyes wide. "Oh..." Frantic emotions of all natures flashed across his expression as he tried to determine whether the sight before him was really and truly there.

"Oh!"

He got to his feet, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well! Look who bothered to show up!" A sharp grin took over his face as he sauntered up to the visitor. "The Supreme Asshat of Heaven, dirtying his clean little shoes to come and laugh  at the pitiful, sad demon." His voice came out as a hiss, laced with bitter sarcasm and poorly-disguised sadness. Aziraphale didn't move, didn't respond. He couldn't.

I'm so sorry, dear…is that what you think ive been feeling? What I've been up to? Why would I ever mock you, I could never-

Crowley put his hands up and spoke in a mocking tone. “‘Ooh, poor Crowley, he must be feeling so pathetic, all alone’.” He grinned wider, his arms flat at his sides. “Well. The joke's on you. I'm better than ever on my own. Just me. A team of Myself.” He stepped forward once more, blinking away tears. “I don't need you!”

Aziraphale just looked at him, part of his mind wondering if this new form could cry.

Inches away from his face, Crowley nearly shouted, “So tell me, Angel, why did you come back?! Why are you here, Aziraphale?!”

With a shaky breath and a whoosh of feathers, Aziraphale answered his question. It…seemed the easiest way to communicate, considering the circumstances. Thunder cracked outside, a flash of light through the windows highlighting the jet-black wings from behind. He could do nothing but watch, as the color drained from Crowley's face.

“You���.you-” he was still for a moment, quiet and shaky. His anger seemed to shift, still present but no longer directed at Aziraphale. “You idiot!” He launched forward and grabbed Aziraphale by his jacket’s lapels. “Why, Aziraphale?! Why did you leave?! Why did you go back?! Why?” He finally choked on a sob, collapsing against Aziraphale's chest. “Why, Angel…why…why…” He dissolved into broken cries, sinking to his knees as he begged for answers.

Oh, Crowley…

They sat in silence for a long while, Aziraphale unsure of what to do. He certainly couldn't say anything.

When Crowley's sobs slowed to soft whimpers, the angel stepped back. Crowley looked up at him, confusion in his gaze.

Aziraphale took a breath, then recited the simple, memorized steps in his head. Stepped forward with one hand up and the other on his hip, kicked his leg back and lifted his arms, spun around on one foot, and ended in a bow. You were right, you were right, I was wrong, you were right. He sunk down on the bow, propping himself on one knee and keeping his head low.

Crowley was silent, his jaw slack as he processed what just happened. 

“...Angel-”

He reached up, gently holding Aziraphale's cheek with one hand. Aziraphale closed his eyes, leaning into the demon's touch.

“...say something…please…” He whispered, leaning closer.

‘I can't,’ Aziraphale mouthed, trying to gesture to his neck. ‘I'm sorry.’

Crowley paused, nodding slightly. He seemed to understand. He pulled him close, pressing their foreheads together. “...Heaven took it from you…didn't they.” It was more of a statement than a question. When Aziraphale nodded, he sighed. “Those angels and their ‘poetic justice’, huh? They…they think they have the right to take everything…I get it. I've been there. Though I'm sure you know that already, heh.” He smiled weakly, and he felt a silent chuckle shake in Aziraphale's chest.

“...im glad you came back,” Crowley whispered. “I…im sorry how I acted…what I said, when you left…a-and…the…the kiss, i…im so sorry…I wish it had happened under better circumstances…or…maybe even just…never at all, I…I just…you…” his rambling trailed off, as Aziraphale cupped his face in both hands, gently lifting his chin.

The little space between them closed, their lips falling together as both demons desperately clung to one another, their only lifeline in an otherwise empty world. This wasn't like the last one. The last one was a plea to stay…this one was a promise. 

Tears finally fell down Aziraphale's cheeks, stinging his skin as he pulled Crowley closer still. He pressed kisses to his lips, his cheek, along his jaw, anywhere he could reach. He mouthed what he couldn't say against Crowley's skin, three words over and over, whispered silently wherever he touched. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Crowley pulled away, if only to breathe for a moment. “Aziraphale…” He wiped at the tears on his cheeks with his thumbs.

He hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “my offer still stands, you know…our side…together. Just us…if- if you're interested, I mean. I…I know, it…sounds lonely…but…nothin’ wrong with being lonely together, is there?” He offered a weak smile. 

Aziraphale smiled, a real, true smile for the first time since getting on that bloody elevator oh-so-long ago, nodding as he clung tightly to his other half.

Together. Our side. As long as we have each other.

~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading! :]

[when-life-gives-you-lemons-if]

What's the difference between writing for Hosted Games and Hearts of Choice. Because it seems like the latter is more strict? I feel like normally writers get to decide what they want for their IFs when it comes to basically everything but for Spices it seems there are many constraints. So i'm wondering if it's cause it's gonna be published through Hearts of choice rather than hosted games?

So Hosted games basically, you do whatever you want, it's your game, you write it and commission artwork for it, and ask people to beta test it and submit it to HG and they will publish it for you in exchange you get 25% of the revenue. So if your game makes 1,000, you get 250 out of that. That money you only get it when the game is published, 2 months actually after the game is published. And every month if your game makes for example 100 for the month, you get 25.

HC, you're basically contracted to write a game for them, you pitch 3 stories, and they choose which one they want.

So I pitched, the lawyer If, spices of the Heart, and that other one that was like a competition in the tech industry IF, so they chose Spices, so that's why the lawyer IF I'm doing whatever I want with it lol.

But when they choose Spices, they will tell you what they want you to do with that story, so you still get to write it, but they will tell you how many stats they want in it, how many ROs they think are best, how some scenes should be, how the endings should be, so they have a lot of control on the content because it's basically a game they bought from you and you are just writing it for them.

They will provide artwork such as cover, and chapter headers, they will provide beta testing, they will provide editorial guidance like copy editing everything, and most importantly you have deadlines. You have to write a certain amount of chapters in this amount of time.

They also have to approve a chapter before you publish the demo, and they also ask for revisions if some scenes can be changed or extended. It's very strict.

You still get 25% of the revenue, but they give you that 25% in the form of an advance while you are writing the game, so the advance is 5,000 in total so that 5,000 I get it let's say I finish two chapters, I get 1,000, and then I finish another 3 chapters, I get another 1000, and the last amount I get it when the game is released.

So let's say Spices of the Heart is finished and it doesn't make $20,000 in total when the game is published, which means 15,000 for HC and that 5,000 I already got while writing the game. I don't get any more money.

But if the game makes more than that, then I'll get some of the 25% of that revenue monthly.

Personally, I prefer Hosted games, because I get to decide everything about the game, but it's also good to have them taking care of artwork and beta testing and you get the recognition of being an HC writer.