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[memorycardviii]

Milly Alcock ( cr. MEMORY CARD VIII )

[vee-i-guess]

"Test test.. Hello? Ah, it worked. Hello everybody."

"Names Vee as if you know, I began to ran through a random apps that Shelly and Poppy, Along with Toodles Suggested.. And found this. So i decided to make one for me and hopefully i am not alone other than strangers. [hopefully..]"

{NOTE ;; This blog is run by @mascotheres ! Any questions for this blog will be answered in the original account and Vee's story will not affect. Mostly inspired me to make this buy one from the Roleplay Dandy's World Community here, So please refrain yourself from interacting out of the Roleplay unless you questions her.}

[luxury-poison]

✦ Uso libre. ✦ No retirar créditos, ni usar como base para otro código. ✦ Si desean preguntar sobre cómo está hecho con mucho gusto los puedo guiar, con una pequeña mención en sus futuros diseños.

✦ Código portada de revista, quizás mas adelante haga una que se abra con más contenido. ✦ Medidas 318x450 cada una. ✦ La imagen se redimensiona. ✦ No exagerar en los textos.

✦ Un código tan hermoso como este tiene instrucciones de uso. ✦ Si necesitan ayuda para editarlo con mucho gusto estoy disponible. ✦ Código separado en el pastebin.

✦ Físicos:

Rosé – Black Pink.

Siwon – Super Junior.

Taeyeon – Girls Generation.

✦ Cualquier duda, pregunta, sugerencia estoy a un ask de distancia. ✦ Disponible para crear todas sus ideas y volverás realidad; ¡Comisiones abiertas! ¡Pregúntame!

✦ Si te gusta mi trabajo el like y reblog me ayudan a crecer.

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@elalmacen-rp

XOX Luxury Poison

[lucifermorningstxr]

Lucifer internalized all of the information Jenn imparted to him. He'd always been one to take punishment very seriously, even if that did look a little different on the Earthly plane. It sounded to him that if these acts were indiscriminate but unlucky as far as humans were concerned, it'd only be a matter of time before the crimes entered war-like territory, to a less dramatic degree. Nonetheless, when the redheaded Angel was surprised by his promise of prolonged presence, he raised a brow. "Of course I am! If there's criminals out there, whether human or supernatural, who better to punish them than me?" He smirked, settling back comfortably as he continued. "I can be charitable at times! I've found I'm pretty good at it actually. Unless you'd rather handle it alone, then by all means..." He'd raise his hands in feigned surrender, the smirk still present on his face. "I can be pretty helpful though. You might regret sending me away."

Hello there! Allow me to introduce myself, as if I need it. You may think that sounds arrogant, but doesn't everyone know the Devil? Yes, that's me: Lucifer Morningstar, it's a pleasure. You may be wondering why I'm not in Hell, hm? Simply put, I don't want to be. I've long grown tired of Dad's expectations of me, and so I've retired to Los Angeles, California. Now, that's not where we are, is it? Well, there's a simple answer to that. I've been alerted to the extent of supernatural shenanigans going on here in New York, and who better to sort it out than the Devil himself? I may have a complex relationship with my family, but I do maintain a strong moral conviction, the likes of which will not be easily challenged, and the beings-that-be generally understand that. As I stand here at the top of the steps leading down to the main floor of dark, moodily-lit Hypnotica nightclub, it almost feels like an East Coast LUX. In other words, it looks like a bloody good time. I can't get distracted, though. I'm on a mission. I take a deep breath, adjust my blazer, and descend the staircase into the mass of sweaty, sexy partygoers. In my element, it's game time. Ready or not, here I come...

@my-many-muse-rp-blog

[theinspectorofdarkwick]

I just saw peakaboo scampering around the campus with a distressed look on his face? I really hope he's okay. I can't help but think that he might be running away from Taiga again. ✿

[misssamix]

Chat me up on telegram right now

@Miskeychi

[milf-and-son]

[lucifermorningstxr]

The back-to-back explosions courtesy of the crime-fighting duo left the air around them with an electric charge, but that could more than likely be attributed to the actual Devil having just thrown a colossal fit in the broad sober daylight. Either way, what Chloe had said was totally valid, and Lucifer was kicking himself for not sticking up for her sooner. Over the last couple days, the relationship between himself and the first woman had been cracking like an old pane of glass, but he truly felt what he'd just said had been the proverbial hammer to smash it. The Detective's call for them to get in the car was somewhat surprising given the events that preceded, but it was also reassuring. It meant that there might be continued reconciliation between the two after all, or at least that she didn't hate him for what he'd just done. It was all for her anyway. All for Chloe. The woman he truly loved.

Lucifer nodded as he passed by Chloe to get to the passenger door. He'd let a, "Very well, Detective. We'll talk then." escape his lips softly as he got into the car. He was elated to know that she still wanted to get together with him, even if it wasn't for any particularly fun reasons, but even he felt drained right now. He'd just unloaded on the first woman, a lover he had an eternity of experience with. Yet, in the deepest corners of himself, he knew it was the right thing to do. Maybe he didn't go about it the right way, but he was definitely proud to have stuck up for Chloe. She deserved it for everything she did, not only for him, but for the community and the world. All of that as it was, the car ride was possibly the most awkward one he'd endured since he'd come back to earth nine years ago. He just tried to remind himself that Chloe must feel way more awkward than him, and eventually the ride was over. He moved his hand to open the door after Eve was quick to exit, but that familiar warmth had him in her grasp again. He looked over at Chloe, frantically nodding before the sentence had barely left her lips. "I'll make it. You have my word." He mustered the best semblance of a smile that he could in that moment, resting his other hand on hers for a moment before getting out with a shy, "Thank you for the ride, Detective." He closed the door behind him and moved to let a moping Eve into the Corvette, dreading what was in store for the two of them, but with the light at the end of the tunnel being an evening with Chloe, he'd manage the first woman somehow.

The humiliatingly honest truth of the situation was that Lucifer Morningstar, the actual Devil himself, was afraid. Petrified, in fact, of losing Chloe. The weight that had been lifted from his shoulders in the parking garage earlier that afternoon fell crashing back onto him, landing directly on his head this time, as Kinley spun his tale, and Eve's presence made it so his hands were tied with the Detective for the time being. His only salvation was how good of a person she really was, and her response to his honest display was reassuring, to say the least. He nodded at her words, leaning into her touch as much as possible without outwardly disrespecting the woman he was still officially committed to. That didn't mean he wasn't still planning to end it though, nor did it mean he didn't want to hold Chloe tighter than he's ever held anyone in his eternity. It just meant things were stalled a bit while this whole mess was sorted. All of that being said, for the time being, he'd keep his reply honest yet brief. "Thank you, Detective. I... I promise I'll tell you everything i know. Thank you for having my back again." Not meant to be pointed, it was as genuine of a gratuity as the Devil could ever offer. Through thick and thin, they'd always seem to have each other's back. It was something so unusual for him, but he liked it. He loved it, in fact.

It pained him inside to go from confiding into the Detective to entertaining Eve. At first, he felt genuinely terrible for the first woman. Imagine spending your entire eternal existence having to be something you're not only to track down your 'first love' only to be smacked with the realization you don't really fit in, then compound all of that with the prophecy; it's a dreadful reality for anyone. Even the Devil has a heart, and he couldn't help but feel it squeezed a wrong way when the news that was shattering his world was building hers up. He moved to loosen his grip on her in that moment, but then she jumped all over him with her excitement. He couldn't lie but was being totally honest right here, right now what was best for the situation? His initial goal was just to smile and giggle with his girlfriend, feeding a bit into his carnal desires to distract from the heaviness of his reality, but when the Detective took what he knew looked bad even worse than he'd imagined, he was left to quickly reroute. Their reconciliation would not be in vain, not for nothing, not even his 'first love.'

He led Eve swiftly as he could after Chloe, being slowed by the maintenance of his eternally immature girlfriend. "Detective! Wait!" Lucifer would try to get her attention, but it seemed Eve was the real draw, and not in a good way. The suggestion of blatant disrespect to the woman he cared most for by the woman who had turned his life upside down was too much to bear. Yet, he'd try to contain himself. After all, this was a prison parking lot, wherein the building was held an insanely evil priest who would do anything to prove his 'true colours.' What's more is that this is the Detective's reputation. He'd been better behaved when working with her until Eve showed up, and he intended nothing less than respect for her. Channeling his strongest feelings into a cool, stern tone following the Detective's rightful upset, he'd turn to Eve and take one last stab at convincing the petulant first woman to behave. "Eve, darling, the Detective is right. Can't the sex wait? It's just a short drive back to the precinct anyway, and you know I last too long to make it." Not knowing what else to say that was honest in the moment, he tried to put a proverbial bandaid over the situation.

Any additional attempts he'd make to offer an apology to Chloe on Eve's behalf, or even address what was said on his own accord, were thwarted by Eve's remark. Chloe was the one not letting him be his true self? Chloe was the bad influence? Very well. If it's Big Bad Devil that Eve wanted, it'd be Big Bad Devil that Eve got. No more placating, no more games, and if that meant no more aquarium sex, then so be it. He was going to show both of them exactly where he stood, to Hell with the rest of the nonsense.

"The Detective is the bad influence!? Eve, do you even hear yourself?" With each word, his voice got louder as he got angrier. "The Detective is the only one who's consistently been there for me. You want to talk about my true self? Let's talk about it! Thanks to the Detective, I know I'm NOT the monster society has painted me to be! I know I'm NOT evil incarnate like every other human has believed me to be! Like dear old bloody Dad cast me to be!" He'd even flashed his Devil eyes a few times throughout his explosive tangent, typically in punctuation, but isn't that what Eve wanted? His nastier side? "My true self? You don't know who I am anymore! You know my body, but you clearly don't know me. Did you even stop for a moment to consider how the prophecy affects me!? All you have to do is be my 'first love' while I'm the one unleashing evil into the world by simply existing! By daring to think for one moment that I might deserve love. Maybe I don't, because I certainly don't feel loved. Not by you anyway, Eve. Sit where you want, but you'll be sitting by yourself."

As he huffed from his tantrum, turning to storm away from his 'girlfriend,' Lucifer gazed over at Chloe with a deeply honest pain in his eyes. "Please forgive me for my outburst, Detective. You don't have to deal with all of this anymore."

[loxleyo7]

killer and dust get caught hate flirting ( beating eachother . )

[mcsm-r0ckz]

Yes you areeee

Be gayyyyyyy/sil

[Also no one can convince me otherwise Aiden is little spoon not even in the rp blog just in general I feel like he would if Axden was canon]

Is Aiden the big spoon or little spoon

WERE NOT DATING 😭

(Out of rollplay rq, but this is hilarious)

[syndrmes]

ıllı👔 ⃨۪۪̃۟ ြ░⓲ username ideas, film ver

@/frameofilm @/filmofterror

@/filmedsouls @/sixtyfilm

@/whatfilms @/filmdespair

[spontaneous-birther]

What would you do if we were at a party and playing "7 Minutes in Heaven" when all of a sudden my belly started to swell with a rapid pregnancy and I go into labor? We try to get out but the door is jammed shut and we cant get out and you have to deliver my baby?

[swanlikely]

Current Brainrot: Halloween w/ Husband Nanami!

Author's Note: He's practically living in head, and yes, he's paying rent. That's just the kind of man he is. I looove him.

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and i'll fix it!) CW: AFAB! reader, usage of she/her, fingering, role-playing, nanami in a tight doctor's costume hehe.

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Nanami isn't just a good husband; he's the absolute best. He simply can't say no to his adorable little wife, especially when she bats her pretty eyelashes and begs oh so sweetly. And that's exactly how he ended up in this delightful mess.

As October rolled in, the air turned crisp and the leaves started their colorful dance. This year, though, felt different. A playful, almost naughty energy bubbled up inside you, eager to dive into the Halloween spirit.

"Is this what you wanted, dear?" Nanami called out, leaning against the entrance of your shared bedroom. He practically filled the entire doorframe, his unbuttoned lab coat teasingly revealing his toned chest, the stethoscope draped around his neck adding a touch of forbidden allure. He was the sexiest fake doctor you've ever seen.

You couldn't help but giggle in excitement, your eyes glossing over with anticipation as you knelt at the edge of the bed. It had taken a whole week of begging and teasing to convince Nanami to indulge your fantasies. This was just the beginning.

He chuckled at your eagerness, rolling up the sleeves of his lab coat to reveal forearms that looked like they were chiseled from marble. His wedding band caught your eye, a tantalizing reminder that your husband would dive headfirst into any want of yours. You bit your lip, knowing just how lucky you were to have a man who would embrace the filthiest, most embarrassing desires just to see you smile. God, you loved him.

"Oh Doctor Nanami, I think I'm sick," you purred, your voice oozing with need. The faux groan you let out sent a jolt straight to Nanami's cock. Hearing your shared last name roll off your tongue in such a sultry tone nearly made Nanami lose control and ravish you right then and there, abandoning any pretense of the charade. You could see the struggle in his eyes as he fought to maintain his composure. "Ah, we can't be having that now, can we?" Nanami finally asked, his voice thick with barely contained lust. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose in that way that always drove you wild before stepping towards you. The sight of him towering over you, with his broad shoulders and muscled chest straining against his too-tight undershirt, made your breathing falter. Every inch of him screamed power and control, and you could feel the heat between your legs pulse. You needed him, and the way his eyes darkened as he looked down at you told you he felt the same.

Nanami took the tip of your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting your head side to side. "Hmm," he hummed, bringing the same thumb to swipe back and forth as he glared down at you through his glasses. Your breathing started to hitch as you looked up at your husband, coming in short, needy gasps.

"I don't see anything wrong with your physical appearance," his voice a low murmur as he pushed his thumb against your bottom lip, urging you to open up. "As pretty as ever," he added as you allowed his thumb to grind against your tongue.

He pulled his thumb out of your hot mouth with a pop, before his index and middle finger replaced the appendage. His eyes instructed you to suck, and you gladly obliged, swirling your tongue around your husband's thick, long fingers. "You're right, sweetheart, it does seem like you're running a fever. Your mouth is burning up," he cooed, his voice husky. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. His fingers explored your mouth with deliberate slowness, each movement sending waves of heat to your cunt. As you continued to suck on his fingers, his other hand tracing a path down your side, making you arch into his touch.

His free hand explored the curve of your waist before gripping your hip possessively. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I think I need to take your temperature more thoroughly."

Nanami's fingers played with the hem of your already soaked panties, oh what an effect he had on you. You squirmed in anticipation, wanting to feel him, to go further. Nanami chuckled once again at how much of a needy girl he made you. "Impatient, aren't we?" he teased, his fingers lightly grazing against your clothed cunt. The fabric was drenched, clinging to your sensitive skin as he dragged his thumb over your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you shudder.

"Hypersensitive too? You must be really sick, Miss," he mumbled, raising an eyebrow as he withdrew his hand from your mouth, webs of saliva trailing between his fingers. With the hand already inspecting your cunt, he deftly pulled your soaked panties to the side and knelt down, his fawn-like eyes half-lidded as he took in the sight before him. You were delicious, dripping and messy just for him.

"K-Kento, there! Right there!" you choked out, your voice trembling with desperation as you reached for his wrist. The cool metal of his watch pressed into your palm, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment. Nanami's eyes swam with a mix of amusement as he swiftly swatted your hands away. "Ah, ah, ah," he tutted, his voice a low, seductive growl. With one hand, he pinned your wrists above your head, leaving you completely at his mercy.

"No touching, I need to make sure to take your temperature correctly," he reprimanded, pulling his fingers out. With the same hand, he delivered a sharp slap to your cunt. You winced and whimpered at the sudden combination of pleasure and pain that coursed through you. He was so mean. "And it's Doctor Nanami, remember?" he added, his tone smothered with authority and a hint of teasing.

"Sorry, Doctor... uuagh... Nanami," you panted between each slap to your cunt. Nanami's strong hand striking your swollen clit caused you to cry out, your eyes pleading and glossy, just the way he liked you. The rhythm of his hand was relentless, bullying almost.

"That's better," he breathed.

"Now, I'm going to run a few more tests on this pretty pussy, okay sweetheart?" he asks in that sweetly condescending tone. He paused all motion, patiently waiting for your reply, like he was torturing you to answer. He needed you to answer. This was part of the game. You nodded curtly, swallowing the saliva that had dribbled out of you after panting like a dog in heat. "Good girl," he groaned, making sure to accentuate and prolong the vowels.

The stethoscope that had been haphazardly draped around his neck was now in use, with the eartips firmly in place and the chest piece slowly approaching you. He looked so menacing, his muscled arms flexing under the rolled-up sleeves of his lab coat. It was absolutely intoxicating, he was intoxicating.

Nanami was about to get even meaner. As he pressed the icy metal of the chest piece against your clit; you recoiled. It was as if he could predict your every move, his other strong hand gripping the fleshy part of your hip and anchoring you firmly to the edge of the bed. "Sit still,"

Two fingers were again inserted into your slippery cunt, Nanami easing them in at a snail's pace. It was like he was searching for something. His eyes never left yours, half-lidded and tempting, drawing you through the moment without a single word.

"Why're you going so slow," you whined, bucking your hips to create more friction. Nanami's fingers continued to search the depths of your plush, slick walls, his middle and ring fingers sinking further into you with precision. The glint of his wedding band caught the light, still visible as he continued to push deeper.

"Please, I can't- oh fuck!" you yelped as he finally curled his fingers into the exact spot he was searching for. That cheeky bastard knew exactly what he was doing, and he relished every second of it. Curling against your g-spot with slow, intentional strokes made your legs tremble and threaten to close, but Nanami kept them apart, tutting at you as he glanced up from your cunt. The chest piece was still pressed against your clit, and he applied more pressure, causing a jolt to shoot through you. You weren't going to last very long, not with all the teasing he had done, and not with the myriad of sensations he was creating.

The contrast between the cold metal and his warm fingers was driving you insane. Each touch, each movement, was a calculated effort to push you closer to the edge. Every nerve in your body was on fire, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.

As if his ministrations weren't enough, he began alternating between fingers, grinding up against your g-spot with this rhythm.

Middle. Ring. Middle. Ring. Middle.

You were unraveling in your husband's hands, gripping the bedsheets beneath you as you clenched around his fingers. "Ken, c-close," was all you could manage, teetering on the edge of bliss.Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The alternating rhythm, the pressure, the heat of his breath—all of it was too much and yet not enough. You could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, ready to snap. "Please," you whimpered, your voice barely audible. But Nanami was relentless, his fingers never faltering as he pushed you further and further towards the edge, savoring every moment of your unraveling.

"Don't worry," he started, never relenting from his movements. He was attacking your most sensitive areas, and he was so calm about it. "Just a little more, and you'll be all better, sweetheart," his breath fanning against your heat. His blonde hair was still well-kept, while you were a naughty, trembling mess below him.

You could barely think, let alone speak, as rushes of pleasure coursed through your body. Every touch, every whisper from him felt like a promise of the ecstasy to come. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "So beautiful when you're like this." You were completely at his mercy, and you loved every second of it.

"G-gonna cum, Ken!" you shouted, your voice rough and strained. He grinned, never ceasing his movements. He knew you were close, knew your body like the back of his hand. The way your hips jerked and your calves tensed were clear indicators. He was always such a perceptive husband.

"That's it, sweetheart, let go," he urged, adjusting the chest piece just enough to push you off the edge.

Your high hit you like a tidal wave, leaving your entire body rigid with pleasure. It was just so overwhelming, so incredibly good. Nanami was just too good to you.

As you slowly came back to yourself, it took a full five minutes to regain any sense of consciousness. Your vision was still blurry, and you could barely focus on anything around you. Every muscle felt like jelly, utterly spent from the intensity of the climax. Nanami's touch lingered on your skin, soft and loving.

"Are you alright, sweetness?" His voice was both full teasing and genuine concern. Always so kind. Oh, he didn't know just how much of an effect he had on you. You managed a slight smile, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, just... wow," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Good, because I have more tests to run," he said with a grin.

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[lucifermorningstxr]

Lucifer had a long history with similar topics, be it groups doing things in his name, committing crimes on his behalf that he'd never approved of, or comply blaming him for their own sins. He'd come to recognize it as an unfortunate constant in his eternity, and when an opportunity arose to do something about it, he'd almost always take it. The plans to take action didn't mean the Devil wouldn't indulge his vent a little more in response to his vampire friend though. "Exactly! How presumptuous is that? As if some poser sheep babbling about feigned rebellion and offering up a salmonella factory wrapped in robes will actually appease the divinity they praise." Reeling it back to the topic at hand, he'd continue. "You can't blame them for not knowing, but you can blame them for claiming to believe their foolish, misguided, and often criminal activity is worship." He shrugged.

Looking over at the hunky vampire beside him, the King of Hell smirked and pat his shoulder. "Oh, you're not cliché! Although if you start wearing red satin-lined capes, I'd call you out just like I do the red glittery horns and tails."

Lucifer's eyes lit up at Asa's eager invitation. "Excellent! This is a special moment, you know. Entity's first cult, how adorable." He smirked at the man fixing him up, playfully taunting him. "I take it Kaeltosh is quite the buzzkill to miss out on the spectacle. At least I care enough to complain about the ones done on my behalf." He followed the vampire's lead toward the back of the club, knowing Maze would take over in his absence while he explored the countryside cults with his vampire host. On their way out though, he'd grab a bottle of whiskey for the trip. It was sealed, of course, he wasn't about to break the law now that he was in with the LAPD, after all!

Any conversation that ensued from the mention of a cult was on Lucifer needed to be part of. Not only was he pure-and-simply a nosy little Devil, but he'd had more than his own fair share of experience with crazy cults worshipping him. While he did believe he was worthy of such glory, the cults never went about it the right way, and it sounds like the group Asa spoke of was of a similar breeding. At this, Lucifer just shook his head before taking a sip and divulging his own perspective on the whole ordeal.

"Why do these madmen think they'll gain our attention with sacrifices? The amount of times I've been offered dead chickens, as if that's going to give me anything but salmonella. I'm sure this Kaeltosh fellow, assuming he's as real as the Devil, would much prefer his meat cooked. No judgement to those of us who like it rare though!" He smirked and patted Asa's shoulder playfully. "I suppose it's just a bit cliché." He shrugged before taking another sip.

Asa's tales of mischievous fun sounded right up the King of Hell's alley. Harmless enough, at least physically, why not give them something in return for all their efforts? Whatever the case, he wanted in. "Right, well enough of my soap box chat. Shall we go mess around with them a bit? If they're leaving you a little something special tonight, why don't we give them a two-for-one special for all of their dedication, time and energy?" He raised a brow, challenging the vamp beside him. It would be fun to 'hunt' together after all, so long as it stayed mostly above board.

[anim-ttrpgs]

The Kickstarter for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy is Live!!

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy is our team’s debut TTRPG, over three years in the making! The campaign will run from April 10th to May 10th!

How far would you go to learn the truth?

Play amateur detectives caught up in things they barely understand, and explore how the lives of your characters unravel as they push themselves to dig deeper into the unknown!

Tense investigations!

Delve into an investigation-focused mystery and horror system that lets players take initiative and use their characters’ unique strengths to find clues and deduce conclusions themselves. A few bad rolls won’t get the party hopelessly stuck, but at the same time Eureka respects their intellect and lets them take charge of solving the mystery!

Character-driven gameplay!

Stats and abilities are based on who your character is as a person. Freeform character creation allows you to build a totally unique little guy, and have a totally unique gameplay experience with him! This is supported by the backbone of the Composure mechanic. Stress, fear, fatigue, and hunger will wear your investigators down as they trudge deeper into the unknown. Food, sleep, and connections with their fellow investigators are the only way to keep them going!

Secrets inside and out! 

Any investigator could be a monster, helping their friends while trying not to reveal their true natures. The party will learn to trust and rely on each other, or explode into a tangled net of drama!

Intense, tactical combat! 

Hits are devastating, and misses are unpredictable–firing a gun will always change the situation somehow, for better or for worse!

Now in Technicolor!

Evocative artwork from talented femme-fatales @chaospyromancy and @qsycomplainsalot and the mysterious @theblackwarden paint a gorgeously-realized portrait of a world with shadows lurking in every corner.

Elegantly designed and thoroughly playtested, Eureka represents the culmination of three years of near-daily work from our team, as well as a lot of our own money. We are almost at the end, we just need some financial support to put the finishing touches on it and make the final push to get it ready for official release!

With every stretch goal we meet, the game gets better and better. Tons of beautiful new artwork, new options for gameplay, and even two entirely new playable Monsters could be added to the book, so visit the Kickstarter and secure your copy today!

If you want to try before you buy, you can download a free demo of the prerelease version from our website or our itch.io page!

If you’re interested in a more updated and improved version of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy than the free demo you got from our website, subscribe to our Patreon where we frequently roll our new updates for the prerelease version!

You can also support us on Ko-fi, or by checking out our merchandise!

Join our TTRPG Book Club At the time of writng this, Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy is the current game being played in the book club, and anyone who wants to participate in discussion, but can’t afford to make a contribution, will be given the most updated prerelease version for free! Plus it’s just a great place to discuss and play new TTRPGs you might not be able to otherwise!

We hope to see you there, and that you will help our dreams come true and launch our careers as indie TTRPG developers with a bang by getting us to our base goal and blowing those stretch goals out of the water, and fight back against WotC's monopoly on the entire hobby. Wish us luck.