#vault: lynn ☆

[lynnlovesthestars]

Failures- Lucanis Dellamorte

“We have to bring Rook back” Spite is screaming as Lucanis leans for support to the nearest object, person, anything.

“Lucanis, stop ignoring me” Spite growled clawing at Lucanis’ brain more and more, trying to push him to do something, to take over, anything but sit idly waiting, Spite couldn’t wait. “Rook. Back. Now” He repeated and repeated as it was all dawning on Lucanis.

Rook was.. gone.

Rook was gone and he had not told them how he felt. Gone.

His chest heaved, nausea growing in his stomach the more the seconds ticked away, and Spite did not help.

“If you won’t do anything I will” Spite yelled louder hoping that that would shake awake Lucanis, cause Rook was gone and even though he hated to admit it, he needed Rook. “I will take over and I will do it” It was like a slap in his face, the tone that Spite used, as if he physically tried to spit at him, different from his usual creepy and whiny voice.

“Stop it” Lucanis’ barely whispered, cracking for the first time in weeks. There was a time where he promised he would never sound so broken again, yet in that moment he couldn’t hold it back.

“No.” Spite insisted. “I will handle this” 

“You won’t handle shit” Lucanis had to keep his control, be smart, he couldn’t allow Spite to take over and fumble the one thing he couldn’t allow to fuck up. “I will find Rook and bring them back” He swore as he held back the lonely tear at the crease of his eye as he promised himself he would not waste any more time.

He cried later that day, when the coffee high started to fade again, and his body felt heavy. How long had it been since he last sobbed so uncontrollably and his chest ached? Since he allowed himself to feel remorse?

He should have told them what he felt, he should have kissed them when he had the chance, he should have held them when they were there.. yet he failed.

[lynnlovesthestars]

For those who asked about my baby lynn

Lynn Wisteria Felix.

The art in the center is my drawing, so credits to me for doing one good thing in life<3.

Name: Lynn Wisteria Felix.

Age: 25.

Gender identity and Sexuality: Genderfluid, bi.

Pronouns: he/them.

Race: Changeling.

Class and subclass: Sorcerer, wild magic (chaos origin in the Bellowing Wilds universe).

Appearance:

Long white hair are braided carefully while leaving his overgrown bangs to roam free on his head. his eyes are like a void that eats your soul as you stare into them. His skin is pearlescent, almost looking like a sheet of parchment.

He's fairly short, 5'1 (156cm), and has a slutty little waist.

The particularity with him is in his right hand. Since he was a newborn his curse has manifested physically as a curious type of vitiligo. It started small, just a finger, and slowly expanded until it reached his shoulder and part of his neck.

He likes rings. In fact, he keeps a golden band on his middle finger. Talking about his hands, they are slender, the hue of the blood flowing underneath is a shadow on them. He keeps his nails well curated, grown in stiletto and painted with black lacquer. He wears tightly fitting button ups that usually have frills around the cuffs, yet always makes sure to expose part of his chest by leaving a few buttons open. He wears a necklace that he- let's say found before meeting his friends. He's very attached to it because of the resemblance with him. He wears leather pants that hug his body finely, matched with a pair of leather boots that keep the cuffs of the pants secured underneath.

Likes and dislikes:

He likes writing, he has kept a diary since he has met Jenneleth, his companion in countless of quests. he likes music, and humming while trying to stay sneaky is his biggest flaw, though his companions enjou his voice before bed as he sings them all to sleep. He despises lies, dishonesty, hurting weaker beings, and abuse. He also hates pickles.

Personality:

He's a sassy, straightforward person, never shying away from putting someone in line or giving his - most of the times- unwanted opinion. On the flip side, he has trust issues. He won't open up until he can be sure he's safe and you are not going to judge him. Beyond that he's a loving man when you get to know him, if he grows to call you his friend, he will make sure he's going to protect you at the cost of his life.

He's very insecure, and he will make jokes about it without hesitation, but to truly get to know him, you gotta dig deep and earn it.

Get to know him:

What is sadder than a lonely person? A lonely person that has lost hope.

Lynn was born in a small changeling village, where everyone took care of each other. He has grown in a very loving family that reminded him daily that his curse was okay.

Was it actually ok? No, Lynn grew up being bullied by his peers, especially when it came down to magic, which was supposed to be natural to him. Yet his inability to control the energy that flows through his body made sure he could never prove himself worthy. No one ever dared to defend him, until the lovely Tryx waltzed in and took his side. Little did he know she was going to be the reason he lost it all.

Years layer, when he turned 20, he was ready to settle down, maybe have kids, or maybe just travel with his beloved, yet when he was about to reach his happiness, tragedy had to push him off the ledger.

One night, he jolts up at the smell of smoke. Everything around him was too hot. He didn't hesitate to tumble down the stairs and search for his parent, only to be greeted by their corpses at the end of the last step.

He did all he could, pulling them out of the house and trying to save their life, but it was too late.

It was too late cause he looked around him, and his home was not the only building on fire. The whole village was burning down, families were exhaling for the last time when it dawned on him.

He never run so fast, skipping steps as he made his way towards Tryx's bedroom, but he was once more too late.

He gathered her, cradled to his chest, and brought her out. He sobbed for hours on her corpse until he realized he was lonely.

And that's where it began. He doesn't tell the tale of his travels, or how he gifted Jenneleth a necklace, or how he almost witnessed his world's apocalypse, nor how he ended up in faerun, but he's finally taking the chance and look for himself.

Rules:

-NSFW is ok only if u have your age in bio or i know you. All nsfw asks in anon will be deleted.

-no dub/non-con, LIKE EVER. Unless it's about a backstory. I wont rp anything that will harm lynn or any muse.

-please let this be a safe space for everyone.

Where to find me:

- @lynnlovesthestars where i normally post n write fanfics.

- @ask-karlachbear my Baldur's Gate 3 roleplay account.

I hope you have a nice stay, Lynn.

[lyrakanefanatic]

UMMMMM EXCUSE ME???

U BETTER BE JOKING.

A VAULT FOR GAMES UNTOLD???? IM ACC DYING.

IM SO EXCITED YAYYYY!!!! 🤭🤭

november seriously can’t come fast enough like i can’t anymore 😭😭😤

[thejudeduarte]

Tig tumblr is gonna go crazy when the Jameson card drops

[sophiesonlinediary]

if you’re hating on jlb and saying she is milking tig just shut up and don’t read the grandest game jeez let people enjoy this universe a little while longer

[lynnlovesthestars]

Tagging: @elaineiswithyou-blog @ask-althaearoserun @bhaalsbabe @spacebarbarianweird and whoever wants to join.

From: ???? TW: smut. Still in the early writing so it's missing the extra spice

"They could barely form sentences as Astarion took Lynn with such reckless abandon, their bodies chasing each other as if it was a tango that had to end with the two of them Tangled together.

The only sound in the room was the gasps and moans of the two as they got lost in each other, in their touch, in their lips, in their possession.

They didn't care if the whole neighborhood was going to hear them as they frantically took as much as possible of each other, as if all of that was going to randomly disappear from their grasp, leaving then with the kind of ache only the other would be able to mend.

They wished they could stop time, stay in that moment in time for the rest of eternity as they gasped desperately the other's name, as their eyes locked and pleasure rippled through them. It was so much for them, almost too much, when they were close, they didn't care if it had been a minute, 5 or 10, their minds blanked out when their orgasms overtook all of their senses like a crushing wave dragging back and forth the poor kelp from the seabed.

Their names were like a plea as they fell off their lips over and over again until their bodies found themselves laying close.

Lynn cradled Astarion to his chest, one arm wrapped around his middle, and the other lost in the loose and heavy curls."

wip tag game ✍

rules: post the last 7 sentences you wrote, then tag 7 people. tagged by @daechwitatamic (who was probably not expecting this to be lore and not something more interesting)

from less of them part 2: selfish

You gesture to one of the arrow slits in the wall, where the sunlight from the mid-spring sun peeks through the thick stone. You know that he knows all this–he sat through almost as many of your father’s history lessons as you did–but it helps to keep talking.

And to his credit, Yoongi listens patiently. He follows dutifully at your side, pausing to look at things you point out and nodding along where appropriate. You can’t show him everything–that would almost be impossible as the castle grounds are so large. But you walk him through parts of the gardens (“There are over 10,000 cherry trees on the castle grounds.”), and show him the fish ponds (“The fish have been imported from the Eastern Coastlands. Some of the koi are descendants of the original fish brought in when the ponds were built 300 years ago!”). You walk past the Queen Mother’s private residence in the southern part of the castle grounds and show him the knight’s barracks and the training grounds.

tagging: @oddinary4bts, @moccahobi, @btsmosphere, @daesukiii, and whoever else would like to participate!

[lovethornes]

when your card declines at therapy so the make you read the wine cellar flashback scene in the final gambit

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

sweet nothings - a grayson x lyra fic

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Grayson collapsed on the secluded hallway floor, gasping and panting like a dog as memories of Emily overtook him and whispered poisonous affirmations in his ear. It was all too much. It hadn’t been this bad in almost a year, but today was different. Today was October 18th. Averys birthday— and Emily’s death date. He felt every bit of control slipping out of his grasp, as Emily wrapped her arms around him. This is your fault, she whispered in a voice that would have been comforting if not for the words she was uttering. As soon as he saw memories of her crowding up his mind and blurring his vision, he escaped the party and went to the most secluded hallway in Hawthorne House, so nobody could find him. Tears started crowding his eyes as he grabbed his tie and attempted to loosen it, budge it, do anything to stop the laboured breaths from coming. Emily continued whispering, no, taunting, Grayson. Grayson, she whispered. Grayson. She continued whispering his name, each one getting louder, before he heard one last loud voice, one that wasn’t Emily’s, saying his name.

“Grayson.” A non taunting and tranquilizing voice said. Grayson looked up from his place on the ground. It was Lyra Kane, one of the contestants. She was looking down at him with wide eyes, and her lips were parted with shock and confusion. He felt an overcoming relief, and at the same time, level of distraught, that she was there. The second Grayson’s breathing starts to slow at the sight of her and his heart warms, Emily takes over. She whispers horrid words, and warns him away from Lyra, but he tries his best to push her down. For now.

“Grayson, are you okay?” She asks him, crouching down to be at his eye level. He coughs and shudders, so overwhelmed with relief that Emily had finally gone away, that he had completely forgotten about the fact that Lyra was seeing this. Seeing him, raw and horrible and trying to fight off past memories that still haunted him.

“I-I’m so sorry,” He said, still turned away, and too ashamed to look her in the eye. “You shouldn’t see this. You can leave.” Lyra made no sign of leaving, and instead, took his hand. Grayson is immediately brought back to Emily, and shudders with all her memories flooding his brain. He squeezed his eyes shut, not able to drown out the voices. Emily’s. Emily’s. Emily’s. Emily’s. And then, a new voice, warm, and strong, and soothing. Lyra’s.

“I can’t remember a lot from when I was a kid. Only some memories. But one thing that I will never be able to forget, that I remembered from start to finish, is when my father killed himself.” She says, her voice soft. Although the voices were still there, they dulled the slightest bit, and Grayson wondered if she was showing him her scars as an attempt to distract him from his own. But it was working. Emily receded slightly. Grayson was suddenly focused on the sound of her honey rich voice, and not the whispers still echoing through his head.

“I remember what happened before, and what happened then, but I tend to forget what happened afterwards. A lot of it’s a blur. And the truth is, it didn’t hit me that hard. Not at first. It’s only afterwards that grief started wearing down on me, harder and harder. I had my stepdad, but as I got older, Father’s Day became a more prominent reminder of his death. I used to avoid making Father’s Day Cards as a kid, cause trouble to get sent to the office, do anything, just so I could avoid the whole day. I never knew why before. I thought that I was just a horrible child who liked being rebellious on Father’s Day, but god, it was so much more than that. And not to mention my birthday.” Lyra said, laughing dryly as her eyes creased with sadness. Grayson stared into them, forgetting Emily’s whispers and focusing on the sparks in her deep brown eyes. It was insane, really, how she could save him from drowning, her voice an anchor that he could grab onto and never let go. She looked up at him, and Grayson suddenly felt steady and afloat.

“My father had shot himself on my birthday. From the ages 5-11, it never really crossed my mind, but the years after that, it hit me harder and harder. That excitement when I went to blow out the candles became replaced with a dreadful reminder of that fateful night all over again, and I would end every birthday crying myself to sleep. Every reminder of him stuck to my skin, and refused to let go. Every birthday became more of a reluctant celebration than one I was actually looking forward to,” She looked down again, suddenly becoming awkward and tracing her fingers on the hardwood floor. “To this day, I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years. It’s too difficult.” Grayson stopped to think, mulling over what she had said with a frown. Then, he remembered his panic attack from a mere few moments ago, and how she had saved him from the same memories that she still experiences to this day. Her voice was a river that carried him out to sea, and Grayson realized now that she had successfully managed to make Emily almost recede completely. He also realized, with a jolt, that her hand was still on his, and he suddenly held on tighter, squeezing. Lyra blinked out of her trance and stared down at their hands, her lips parting. Then, she suddenly squeezed her eyes shut and brought them back up to Grayson’s. She scooted closer on the hardwood floor, making Grayson heart pound in his chest, as she gazed up at him.

“What about you, Grayson? What happened?” She asked him. Grayson realized suddenly that Lyra had called her Grayson. Not Mr. Hawthorne, or Game Master, like she had been doing so far in The Game, but Grayson. He stared into her eyes, a sudden calm overtaking him, and forgot about Emily’s whispers. All he could feel right now was the warmth of Lyra’s hand in his, and his racing heart. As well as the fact that, although he tends to push people away, he couldn’t help but think, what if I bring her closer?

“I know grief too. Not just with my grandfather but also with… a girl I once knew.” Grayson paused there, watching Lyra for her reaction. He wasn’t sure why. Lyra didn’t give much of one, but her eyebrows did raise slightly, and she straightened the slightest bit. “Her name was Emily. I wish that I could say that she was just a normal girl, that she didn’t hurt me, but she did. She played games with me. She put me on a pedestal some days, and then acted like I was garbage others. Yet the only thing that I’m ashamed about is that I let that happen.” He finished, inhaling sharply. Her eyebrows creased, and she gazed up at him with a look that almost seemed as if she was seeing something familiar. From this close, Grayson noticed things about her that he hadn’t before. Like the way her brows furrowed when she was thinking, and how full of thought her eyes were.

“But I can’t say all memories of her were bad. There are some things that I could never forget, like those summer nights where we would invent games to play outdoors, or those times that we would have strawberries in the treehouse and just talk.” Grayson added quietly, thinking back to those days. Lyra frowned.

“But now that she’s gone..” Grayson said, trailing off. Lyra finally met his gaze, and spoke like she was speaking from experience.

“Summer nights are colder, and strawberries are less sweet.” Lyra finished for him, familiarity and guilt clear in her eyes. Grayson blinked at her with surprise, and nodded. She nodded back and expelled a breath, closing her eyes for only a moment before speaking.

“Those things aren’t your fault, Grayson. We can’t help how others affect us at times.” She said, looking up as if telling a familiar tale. Then, she turned back to him with a smile. “You know, I always knew you had that solemn streak in you, Hawthorne, but I never knew it ran that deep.” Grayson’s lips lifted by a hair, and he exhaled slowly. Finally, Grayson thought with a smile, Here comes the familiar quips and comments from her.

“Yes, well, you don’t get that monotonous on purpose.” Grayson retorted, in deadpan. Lyra blew out a laugh and her smile grew, and even Grayson was wearing one now. His hand was still holding hers, and the sudden realization of her warmth washed over him all over again. Their eyes drew towards each others again, a clash of blue on brown, and they stayed like that, close together, hand in hand, for a few moments more. Whispers echoed through his brain of the past panic attack, threats and attempts of guilt tripping from Emily, but Grayson ignored them all. Instead, he listened to his heart, and what that was saying. Without thinking, Grayson suddenly drew Lyra closer, wrapping his free hand around her lower back. Lyra seemed taken by surprise for a moment, before she raised her head, meeting his gaze. Her eyes flickered from his left to his right, before they landed on his lips.

“We really are something, huh?” She said with a snort, quickly flickering her eyes back on his and smiling to cover up her slip-up. He held her gaze, need and desire and all of these new, unexpected feelings crowding his head, before moving closer. Lyra moved with him, and all of a sudden, their lips were on each others. Her hand let go of his to wrap around the back of his neck, and Grayson abandoned all thought. He wasn’t thinking of Emily, or her hateful words, instead, all he could think about was how soft her lips were. His heart pounded in his chest as the kiss drew on, until finally, they separated. Lyra gazed up at him, an awkward and shocked look on her face, before resting her head on his shoulder. In a few minutes, they would have to get back to the party. In a few minutes, they would have to separate. But at that moment, all Grayson wanted to do was soak in the moment, as well as the sound of her heartbeat so in tune with his, and reminisce on when the next one would arrive.

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YES YES I KNOW I HAVE REQUESTS IN MY INBOX AND DRAFTS BUT I HAD THIS IDEA AND HAD TO WRITE IT RIGHT AWAY BC I LOVE THEM 💗💗💗

[two-braincells-in-total]

I saw that some people here are worried that glorious rivals might be NA, because of the deleted scene of tgg and I wanted to explain why I highly doubt it.

First off, there are different levels of YA. A book which has target audience 12 yo will be different than one with target audience 18 yo. I'm pretty sure that the tig saga in general is something in between.

This means that there are different 'spice' levels in YA (tho I wouldn't call them spice, since it's still YA). It's a wide age range, from 12-18 (correct me if I'm wrong), therefore it has different intensity levels. For example, the Shatter me series is also YA and I think we can say that it was more explicit than the deleted tgg scene of Rohan and Savannah. Even then, there are still 13 year olds reading it and it's not a problem, because it still isn't NA, the scenes don't describe the actions after make out and undressing, which is exactly what YA means. Just because the make out session is a little bit more intense and is suggesting further action, it doesn't mean it's NA unless the further action is described explicitly.

Secondly, even if she wanted to separate the two trilogies (which would be a very bad idea on her part, because she'd lose most of her audience, so I doubt it), the first book of the second trilogy (aka tgg) is still YA, she can't say "oh, you read the cliffhanger from book 1 but can't read book 2 because you're underage, even tho I said that you can read the series". Authors don't just change the age rating of the books mid series. Between series of the same saga, possibly, even if it risky (the whole losing audience thing), but definitely not in the middle of a series.

It's okay if you're uncomfortable with higher levels of YA (which, honestly, it's looking like we'll get there in the next book, that I can't deny), but you can't say it's not appropriately rated, because she's just changing the intensity, not skipping to the next rating.

So, yeah, I don't think glorious rivals or any future book from the saga will be NA, I don't think she'd risk losing most of her audience. Even if she's targeting older audiences on purpose by potentially switching to NA, it wouldn't be in this saga, because people who read NA probably wouldn't read 5 books of YA before they get to the NA book. It would be a lose-lose for jlb to do that, so I don't think we have any reason to freak out about the age ratings.

She's just changing the intensity. Again, it's understandable if you're uncomfortable with higher levels, but it still counts as YA. YA doesn't mean only having a 1 paragraph long kiss every once in a while, for some books it means sexual tension without action, or the characters doing it, but only having their emotions described instead of the action itself (again, I'm giving Shatter me as an example of such YA book).

[gergthecat]

Jameson, filming on his phone: So, it’s like three AM here and the plane is just landing.

Jameson, turning the camera around: Um, in other news: Avery Kylie Grambs, American billionaire, has her fucking grippers out.

Avery: Don’t call them my grippers, Jameson.

Jameson, removing one sock with his other foot: Avery’s got her fucking dogs out in the open over here.

Avery: Jameson.

Jameson, now with his toes intertwined with hers: I love love.

Avery: sigh

[luminewhosthat]

HUSBAND AND WIFEEEE OMGGG!!! WHY DO BOTH OF THEM LOOK SO HOT???!! FATHER AND MOTHER SLAYEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

AND THEY BOTH HAVE HEART CARDS SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

[lynnlovesthestars]

Home- Lucanis Dellamorte

AN: Smut ahead.. pt 2 of Failures

"I thought I'd never see you again" He cracked like a vase in the kiln , and then words were futile.

Lips were meeting in the middle, slow, tentative, carrying a fear that the other would be gone before their eyes.

His hands trembled as they fumbled the buttons of the blouse, as they traced the lines of Rook's warm chest, as he made sure to commit them to his memory. "Rook. Ours" Spite chanted as Lucanis reached for Rook's hips, spreading those legs and setting himself between them, allowing himself to feel the skin pressed against his, to forget for one single moment.

All was muffled, by the sounds of their chest rising and falling, the ragged breaths between the longing kisses, there was just Rook, Lucanis and Spite in that moment, and no one else mattered, cause he lost them once, he was not doing it again.

"I.. never.." Rook whispered under his breath.

"Me neither" Lucanis admitted as he leaned forward, placing a single kiss on their chin.

It was slow, a reminder of the little experience they had together as their hands gravitated towards each other, grasping for dear life to anything as they shut off their brain for a moment.

It was so slack yet so passionate as their hands found their way towards his hair, their fingers getting lost between his long locks, as it was so natural for them to tug them, earning a groan full of pleasure. The tugging felt just so good that it made his breath hitch, his body twitch in need, waking up his lust; Rook could feel it in the way his hands held them, in the way his body was drawn closer to theirs, in the way his hands gripped harsher for a split second before melting again.

Fuck Thedas, it could wait one more night as he made sure to selfishly steal away a moment for himself.

“Rook..” He murmured as his lips traced their jaw tenderly, while his fingers held them in place, goosebumps spreading down their spine to the pit of their stomach.

His lips descended down their neck to their shoulder, peppering every inch with open mouthed kisses and gentle bites, claiming them over and over.

"Smells like desire" Spite hummed. Lucanis could smell it too, in the desaturated air of the lighthouse, lingering on his lips as if he had a taste already.

“My precious Rook” He whispered as he finally rose again, his hands quickly getting rid of their blouse along with his doublet- too tight for his own comfort, just like his pants quickly growing tighter around his cock.

He took his time admiring the view, the way their chest rose and fell, the battlescars that covered their skin, the little details that made them, while his fingers reached for their thighs, sinking his nails in the soft flesh and holding them close as if they could escape his hold.

“You make me feel alive” He murmured as he lowered again, carelessly pressing his erection against their aching core, as he stole another kiss along with a moan.

He was glad he didn't wear a belt as he let his pants fall down and unclasped the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest.

He didn’t care, too focused on yearning for Rook to undress completely. To be fair he didn’t even realize he had slipped in them for a moment, so tight around him he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Rook's warm, Rook's safe" Spite moaned.

Words were abandoned once more as all that echoed in the room was the sound of their skin colliding and the breathy moans they let out.

His arms abandoned their hips to catch them in his grasp again, holding them close to him as his lips chased their every sound.

So many times his hands had reached for his cock in the past, imagining to be sinking in Rook, yet nothing compared to this moment as he rolled his hips to make Rook his.

Nothing mattered in that moment but the way their bodies melted against each other, the way they fit like a jigsaw piece, and the rising feeling in their guts..

"You are mine, you understand?" Lucanis murmured as he looked down, his eyes soft, tears pooling at the corners. So many feelings in his chest to even compile them. "And I'm yours" He held them to his chest as he tried to find a rhythm, as he tried to not be too shallow or too rough, as he tried to let Rook know how much he cared.

"Rook. Home."

[what-the-flowers]

GUYS THERE ARE 5 HOURS LEFT IN THE @sexiestpodcastcharacter POLL AND CAPTAIN LOVELACE IS BEHIND BY 1.4%

VOTE CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE FOR WOMEN WHO ARE HAUNTED BY THEIR PAST BUT ARE DETERMINED TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT

VOTE CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE FOR ALIEN CLONES DISCOVERING HOW TO BE THEMSELVES

VOTE CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE FOR TERRIBLE JOKES AND TERRIFYING THREATS

VOTE CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE FOR RIGGING A DEAD MAN’S SWITCH TO YOURSELF AND POTENTIALLY BLOWING UP AN ENTIRE SPACE STATION

VOTE CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE BECAUSE SHE IS CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE. NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY, YOU ARE NOT TAKING THAT AWAY FROM US.

[lyrakanefanatic]

guys did anybody pre order the special edition of games untold? idrk how it works but i do know that if i can get this book from my library (if they even get it 🙄) it’s gonna be the standard one but i REALLY wanna read the “max and hilarity” deleted scene (and ofc the grayson leather pants one) so i would love to know who preordered it and see if they can take photos of the deleted scenes and send them to me 🫶🫶 (ps. im only asking cuz im broke and also my mom doesn’t like when i buy books so i have no other choice 😢😢)

[thejudeduarte]

Okay....how old is Toby in tig? I'm asking for no reason....no reason at all....🤭

[sophiesonlinediary]

i hope jennifer lynn barnes does something before tgg like a guide to the game i feel like that would be cool and we can get answers for how the game works