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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), human!fem!reader, dragon!ena smut headcanons, monster fucking, mentions of heat, restraining, dub con, scissoring, face sitting, multiple orgasms, squirting, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ salamander did this to me. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day seven [ dragon!ena shinonome ]

dragon!ena that just gets so aggressive when she’s in heat. she doesn’t even hesitate to pin your ankles up by your head when she spreads your legs wide, opening you up to her and only her.

“Ena, that hurts.” you whine, and squirm underneath her, but she ignores it as she straddles the backs of your thighs, getting into position, “I don’t bend that way—“

“You have to!” she replies, indignantly and dominating, “How else will I make this little cunt my seat?” when she plops down on you, her claws bite at your ankles, and she starts to drag her swollen, drooling pussy against yours. “Just stay still for me, let me play…” she moans, rocking into a needy rhythm. the constant rubbing of her folds against yours, the steady force against your clit coaxing it to swell to rival hers, and they share fervent, heated kisses. “Let me just get off and I’ll be sweet to you again, I promise…”

dragon!ena uses her long, forked tongue like a weapon. when she lays across you, her tongue slithers out of her mouth and straight to yours. as if with a mind of its own, it flicks at your lips before worming its way into your mouth by way of force. her lips follow soon after, pressing hard to your open mouth; and that serpentine tongue has scraped every inch of your cavern and now teases your gag reflex, testing to see just how deep she can shove it down your throat. your clucking and choking makes her moan, a sound that dies at the join of your mouths.

with dragon!ena, getting off never means just one time. she’ll grind her needy cunt against yours until you’re mewling and begging for her to stop because the sensation is just too much, and she’ll cum, but then she’ll insist on climbing up to sit on your face, smearing the cocktail of pussy juices from the two of you over your mouth as she whines, “Come on, baby, lick it good for me like you always do. I need another one, please please please.”

you know she’s genuine, because you can taste it in her slick. her netherlips are still dripping with desire, though her sex as a whole is red and swollen, aching from the gauntlet she’s already put herself through. she must be even more sensitive than you, because you don’t so much as flick her swollen button with your tongue before she’s hissing and snarling, grasping your hair with both hands to keep your head securely underneath her.

“Ahhh…! Yes, that’s my girl, make me cum on your tongue!”

it’s impossible to refuse, considering your position— smothered by a greedy dragon’s deliciously overstimulated cunt, but you didn’t want to, anyways. you moan against her folds, allowing the sound to flow through her in waves of torturous vibrations, before you focus on lapping at her clit until her hips are bucking, back and forth, and she’s started to ride your mouth straight into pure bliss.

“Almost there, almost there, almost there-“

you would be lying to say that your legs weren’t aching, still splayed and pretzeled, but you ignored it, because the sound of Ena cumming once more floods your atmosphere. the way she whines and snorts, how hard she pulls on your hair, and then there’s the fervent rubbing. she’s fucking herself, and using your mouth to do it. by trapping you on the floor, you can do nothing but allow her to use your face as she pleases, and roll your tongue in all the right spots until she starts to yelp and twitch.

dragon!ena is so greedy when she’s in heat that she’ll cum over and over, until each orgasm has her abused cunt erupting all over you. you feel like you’re drowning in her essence— your face and hair drenched and dripping with squirt, and she’s howling your name, clawed hands scraping at your legs to quell your helpless writhing. if you weren’t so drunk on her cunt, you’d tell her that it hurts. that her claws are breaking your skin, and you can feel the heat of blood trickling down in thin lines. you can’t think to form the words, so you only relish in the pain and her pleasure, for as long as she needs you to.

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I finally wrote a draft of that Karheart side chapter for Office Hours and the smut is so hot that I briefly forgot about Astarion 😂😂

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Fancy Boy & Fire Girl

[NSFW/18+] Period Sex/Period Eating

A/N: Again, characters are in their Origin outfits! This time, I’ll try to add a little more spice!! 😚😚 If this isn’t your roll, I get it!

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“Ooh. Godsdamnit…”

Karlach groaned in a pitched whine, strong arms curling around her well-defined mid-section, taut and tight. No matter her position, no matter her skin soaking the sun or melting against the cold bedsheets, no matter the way her tail curl around her ankle and squeeze in sync with her heart—the punching pain downwards in her womb was aching and aggravating in quivering shakes that ripped her walls red.

Gods. I can’t…! I can’t, it hurts so much.

Ever since Karlach had began to feast more regularly, it was like her body was finally healing after the ten years of torture Zariel had made her endure and enjoy. Now, her body was beginning her monthly cycle once more. It was more surprising for Karlach—she was surprised her body wasn’t fucked beyond belief enough to still even be fertile, let alone rinse itself in scarlet and saffron.

It hadn’t been a day, and Karlach was locked in her room. She knew that the bed was soaked in blood—as if the feeling of blood dripping from her tightened legs didn’t tell her. She’s have to repay a bed for the tavern, destroy the mattress, burn it most like.

But she couldn’t do that now; not when she was aching and forcing choked sobs back into her heart to not scare her friends. She couldn’t tell them—couldn’t let them see her have an accident and in pain. 

Well, maybe Halsin. Definitely not Lae’zel, she doesn’t get those I don’t think. Shadowheart…yeah, Shadowheart. Not Gale, not Wyll, and not…not Astarion.

Hormones were already heightened with the tiefling woman—a thing she was proud of and wore on her sleeve. But, the thought of her beloved seeing her like this; dirty, in pain, and leaking on herself. The look he’d give, the disgust. The way his lip would curve up, nose flare from her enflamed smell, eyes narrow and darken.

“No…”, Karlach whimpered, amber eyes welling with tears thick as raindrops and hot as lava. “Not him…”

Yes, him, girl. You know how he is.

“Gods, he is. He is…”

Clean and pristine; the man is a god in mortal form. 

“M-mhm.” Karlach shut her eyes, biting her lower lip as she nodded her head.

Perfect hair, perfect skin, those eyes, those hands. 

“Yeah. Yeah.”

And look at you. 

Tears fell from the red woman’s closed eyes, her hands tight around her naked hot body. Hands clawing at her lower back, pinching tatted scarred skin.

Horn missing, fucked-up roughed skin. Scarred, melted, burned—ten years all spelled across your flesh in calloused, thick worms of platted blemishes.

“H-he loves me. He-he said…”, Karlach cried in soft huffs of air. “Said…s-said I was his love.”

Please, Karlach. Would he say that now, when you’re an emotional mess? 

“No…” Karlach sobbed into the side of the sheets, her wails now no longer hidden in her throat—now and horrid screeching and pain and hormones.

It was only for a few moments—the pain, the horror, the shame, the fear all in one singular roar of anguish and despair that echoed into the room. The floorboards shaking, the door rattling, the bed frame creaking from the sheet volume of Karlach’s sadness.

And yet, it was a few moments aired at just the right time.

It was no longer than half a minute, when Karlach hiccuped her sobs quiet in a fast capture of her mouth as a series of rapid knocks came to the door.

“Karlach! What’s happening?”

No!

“G-goawayastarion!”, Karlach spoke quickly before covering her mouth as she hissed in pain, her womanhood tightening and unclenching rapidly. She was starting to leak again, and it was going to hurt much more now that she was incensed.

“I’m coming in!” Small clicks and snaps followed after the words.

Karlach jumped up, her haunches aching and legs unsteady as she stepped over fallen pillows and her discarded clothing. Her feet felt heavy, her breasts heaved and sagged heavier than before with each step Karlach took to the wooden door.

It took three strides, but Karlach soon had her hand on the door, pulling back with all her might—blood dribble from her blood-soaked cunt be godsdamned.

“No!”, Karlach roared, tears streaking down her face. “Please, please just—woah!”

The door swung opened with an urgent force, throwing the tiefling back into the room, sending her stumbling upon the wooden floor in a loud thunk.

Godsdamnit! I forgot this door was different! Fuck fuck fuck! 

“Get out! Get out!” Her back fell upon the edge of the blood-soaked bed, now screaming at Astarion with puffy eyes and red freckled cheeks from tears and sorrow. So much water prevented her sight from seeing him, only white splotches connected to purple and black. Karlach’s arms clutched to hide her herself pitifully, throwing a pillow at the vampire in anger. 

“G-get out…”, she sobbed, looking away to the ground with shut eyes. “Please, Astarion.”

The door shut, a click signaling locking.

Then soft steps approached Karlach. 

One. 

Two. 

Creaks of a person crouching were loud in Karlach’s sharp ears. The feeling of another sat by her side.

A hand slowly ushered Karlach up, still sobbing—though softly now, not as hard as she released two minutes before. 

“Astah…Astar-hic-rian…”

“Hush hush, my darling red love,” Astarion cooed softly, hands running up her muscular arms as he led her upon the bed.

“I-I made a mess—.”

“Now now, what did I say? Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” 

Karlach slowly opened her wet eyes, sniffling as she was laid down upon the bed, the bloody sheets pull down to be beneath her buttox and legs. Just as the woman sat, did her belly begin to heave once more, ripping and painful groan from her.

“Grr!”, she snarled. “It hurts!”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just let it pass.”, Astarion cooed, kissing her broken horn base as his hand rubbing her back. “What can I do?”

“I’m covered in blood—.”

“I’m a vampire, if you forgot.”

“Period blood. It’s dirty, and—and hot. And sticky..a-and, a-and...!”

“Shh.” A soft cooling hard came to Karlach’s face, turning her head to the man above her. “No crying now.”

Astarion stared down, and not a hair out of place. A soft smile on his face, not a façade nor dream; and if it was, Karlch would kill the person who out took her out.

“I-I’m disgusting…” Karlch stared up, tears dried and breath strained—trying not to sob once more. “I can’t control it.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s just nature.” 

The pale elf kissed Karlach’s head gently. A swirl of joy filled her temple, allowing. The tiefling woman to return the small smile Astarion gave. Her heart raced, her blood quickened—and not the one leaking from her like water from a pipe.

“Was that why you were crying? Because you had an accident, darling?”, Astarion asked softly. 

“K-kinda,” Karlach admitted quietly, turning her gaze downwards. “I just…”

“Just?”

Karlach felt his eyes on her narrow. A flush washed over her cheek.

“You’re always put together.” Karlach spoke with a nervousness in her voice, a fear in her chest that clawed to stay hidden. 

And yet, the feeling of Astarion’s hand on her back let her free.

“You’re perfect,”Karlach said, staring up to her vampiric lover. “You look fucking great, and act great, you are great. And…shit, look at me, Star.” 

Karlach motioned to her naked body, through hissing pain of blood clots slipping from her cunt in an uncomfortable feeling.

“I look like a damn imp fucked six ways to Sunday. On steroids. Without wings.” A tired laugh left the woman. “I wonder how we are…we, with me looking like this.”

“Karlach…”

Karlach looked into Astarion’s deep gaze, seeing a look of comfort in his ruby eyes.

“You are a glory to behold. A goddess I have forever, as you have me.” He grinned with admiration, now both hands up to cup her face. “You worry for nothing, my fiery feminine fury.”

His gaze looked down to Karlach’s legs, and Karlach followed to her inner thighs—caked with blood, mostly wet and somewhat dry. 

“You seem to forget, that the most deprave things catch my eye.”, Astarion purred, turning Karlach’s head back to him. 

“Would you like to be cleaned, or have me clean you?”

Karlach furrowed her brow for a moment. “I don’t understand.”

The elf man laughed, slowly climbing onto the bed himself. His weight shifted the bed, and Karlach watched in a rising second flush as her vampiric Casanova slowly moved between Karlach’s legs, his arms holding her legs gently by the knees.

“Do you want to be cleaned…”, Astarion began. “Or…”

His kissed her right knee, smiling as he stared at her with a mischievous side eye that made the woman’s eyes widened in his unsaid words. Her nails grazed sensually, and Karlach’s clit slowly hardened.

“Would you want me to clean you?”

“Yes.”

Astarion laughed, his teeth grazing Karlach’s knee from the side. Sharp, stinging, but no blood drawn. He’s teasing me, the fancy prink.

“Use your words.”

Utter bastard. Fuck yes.

“The—ah—the second one.”, Karlach whimpered, feeling a slimy cold tongue trace down her inner leg. Her cries managed to be kept at bay, as the red woman felt Astarion’s tongue drag itself deeper into her wet, red pool.

Slower. 

And closer.

Until the feeling of the tip of Astarion’s tongue licking up a dribble of blood all but made Karlach moan out. It was quick, darting out and up to gather the drop wholly and completely. The tiefling barbarian watched as Astarion closed his eyes, growling to himself as he swallowed.

One moment.

Two moments.

Three. 

Four.

“Pardon my Elvish, but give me fucking more.”

Karlach sighed in pleasure, the words shooting straight from her brain to her cunt, and like a signal, squirted more upon the bed, now a river of rich ruby red dribbled down her soft lips, catching upon each curling soft hair of her womanhood—darkening and staining. Dripping and drooling down Karlach’s curving thighs, the blood pooled on the bloody sheet, gathering like a divine wine too great for even a god to drink.

“My my, already? This was just a speckle I tasted.” Astarion grinned, licking his lips, his eyes darkening with bloodlust. “But you do taste so sweet. With such a good appetizer…” 

Two hands gripped the flanks of Karlach as animalistically as a wolf did bitch in heat. Karlach eeped in surprise, before her legs were spread even farther than before—now on the edge of the bed. 

“I want the whole feast.”

Karlach gasped as Astarion leaned into her womanhood, hotter than a dragon’s own fire and radiating even brighter than Amaunator on a summer’s day. His quick tongue plunged itself into her hungrily, licking her large folds first. 

Each tongue lap up across the soft dark curls was odd, but it made Karlach giddy. Her heart heaved at a rapid pace. The tip of Astarion’s tongue curled each hair in his sharp mouth, teasing and jeering as he devoured the thicket of Karlach clean from any redness. Once finished with the right side, the vampire moved to the left. Despite being the same, Karlach felt her beautiful beau was treating each equally, but differently.

With the right, he was rabid, playful, and coy—messing with his food. Now, he was finishing a job he was dedicated to, lapping at your blood dripped cunt, his payment his meal and reward for due diligence in caring for Karlach. 

It was addictive, and just about twenty seconds in—Karlach felt her body leap from the bed.

“Woah!”

Karlach was on her neck, her body entirely in the air and legs pushed up to her hairline. Looking up in surprise and shock, she saw Astarion—mouth covered in blood and eyes full of surprise.

“Astarion! How did you do that?”

With the outer folds clean, Astarion adjusted his hands to Karlach’s womanhood, holding the lips apart with his thumbs. 

“No clue, darling.”, he heaved. 

Must’ve taken a bit from him.

“Well, feast, leech”, Karlach purred with a smile—her bosom how glowing a light purple hue amidst her red heat. “You’ve earned it.”

A watering mouth licked all around the thighs of the red tiefling. Upwards and downwards, in each crease of her skin and each dry drop of blood left upon her legs. Each taste, Astarion grunted in pleasure. 

And with each grunt, Karlach felt her hole tighten and spurt more blood up and down her cunt, dripping down her curls and down her legs. If this really as a dream, Karlach could live here forever.

Finally, teeth brushing against Karlach’s clit woke her from her hypnosis. It prodded her, poked her clit like a child would something new with a stick. With Astarion’s tongue, he began to target Karlach’s clit—several circles swirling around it, free fingers digging into her thighs to stabilize. 

All the while, Karlach cried out to the gods above. Each swish was a knot in her stomach growing tighter, more blood coming from her hole, and more bursts of pleasures erupting in huffs of hot air and succulent moans erupting from the strong woman.

“Gods-ah-darling! You taste so-agh-divine!”

“Ooh! Oh yes! Keep going!” Karlach cried out. “Take me! Take me!” 

Astarion quickens up the pace, his tongue licking the blood, him sucking on Karlach’s clit. A howl of pleasure left the tiefling woman, and her tail swished back and forth in a rapid pattern, curling around the elf’s arm for a sense of grounding. However Astarion pulled his arm away , before grabbing the tip and using it to tribble against Karlach’s clit. 

“Oh! No, not my tail—Astarion—!”

It rapid movements, Karlach felt her lover rub her cunt and clit in a circular motion. With each drip, Astarion suckled like a babe on a mother’s tit—more and more, deeper and harder, until eventually Astarion was suckling straight from Karlach’s hole.

From what the tiefling could see from below, Astarion was in heaven. His nose down was stained with red, tongue delving into her hole like a snake burrowing to his den. The tip flicking the walls, digging each blood clot out—heavy and gooey—before swallowing it down in orgasmic pleasure and repeating the cycle once more.

“Mgh. ‘Star. Close. ‘m close!”, cried Karlach, gridding her hips against the maw of Astarion.

The vampire grinned, and suckled as if his life depended on it. Each second was tightening the knot in Karlach’s stomach more and more. And as she grinded at the right moment, Astarion suckling just hard enough, it was all coming down in a single move.

“AHHHHHHNG! ASTARIONNN, FUCKK!”

Karlach’s thighs squeezed the elf’s head between her lips, crushing him in her orgasmic juices and flowing blood. Her walls crashing and thrashing around his flaccid wild tongue, and all was a wash of white hot pleasure as Karlach cried in happiness. 

So much so, the tiefling barely noticed the hot shots of semen her back from Astarion manhood peeking from his open fly.

After a few moments, the woman opened her legs. Astarion gave a moan of pleasure, his hair a mess and eyes looking lovestruck. He looked at her, his lips and chin covered in blood, and licking his one last time lazily over the entire womanhood of Karlach.

“Delicious, you pup.”

He licks his lips and he wipes the blood off his mouth, still stained with red.

“Thank you, for the feast.”

“Thank you…for making me feel better.”

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HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDDD!!

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Really want to write some making out while dry humping Headcanons rn.

How about Rolan from bg3? Or Karlach?

Dry Humping and Making Out

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Karlach, Rolan

Include(s): Dry humping (obviously), mentions bruising

Note(s): Both sounds good~ Minors DNI

Karlach

She hasn't touched anyone in so damn long and as much as she wants to rip your clothes off and have her way with you, she knows that things could potentially still be a bit dangerous.

So to avoid any accidental burns, dry humping is what has been agreed upon. Just as a test that she won't explode in a non-fun way.

Her lips are against yours, your tongues battling as she moves against you. You're straddling one of her thighs and each time you move your hips against her, it causes your own leg to rub against her in a way that is deliciously teasing. You can still feel the ridges against your leg as you dry hump her leg while she does the same to yours.

It might not be enough to get her off, but if she can watch your pleasure, see your underwear growing damp, then that'll be enough for her as she continues to hold your face close, not wanting to detach for a second.

Rolan

It didn't start as this. You were sitting on his lap, straddling his waist and holding him close. He was the one that accidentally leaned forward a bit to grab another paper at his desk, only to pause as he realizes exactly how your bodies are positioned and how good it felt to press against you in that moment.

His hands are on your hips as he doesn't quite know how he should be touching you, letting you take the lead as he meets your kisses and groans out in approval with each of your movements against his growing erection.

Rolan is doing his best to not dig his nails into you as he holds closer to him with each grind of your hips. You're both clothed and his nails aren't sharp enough to cut through your clothes to your skin, but he still tries not to leave bruises on you. You can leave bruises on him with the wild kisses and your hands holding him close, but he doesn't want to bruise you.

As much studying and practicing with his magic as he's done, he can't help loosing control a bit from the teasing you're doing to each other. His tail wraps around you to pull you closer, needing to feel more of you against his clothed cock. The room is becoming a bit of a mess as the clutter on his desk gets knocked off and he lays you down to continue rutting against your clothed arousal. He'll feel ashamed and embarrassed by the mess in his pants later, right now he needs you to cum.

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BG3 characters and their approach to eating you out on your period

MDNI, 18+ content below!

They would eat you out like you're their last meal, and the fact that you're bleeding makes them even crazier about it. They love the taste of your blood, and when it's mixed with the sweet juices of your excitement, they go absolutely feral. They will bite your surrounding areas too - you're not going to be bleeding only from your cunt, but your thighs and belly too. Every time they break your skin with their teeth, they suck at the wound, drawing more blood and making their mark on you more visible. And then they go back to devouring your pussy, playing with your clit to make you release more of that delicious nectar. They could go down at you all night... And once they're done, with your blood and cum smeared all over their chin, they'll smirk, and, while making eye contact with you, they'll clean the mess you've made on their face with their hands that they'll lick clean.

Astarion, Lae'zel, Durge, Orin, Halsin, Nere

They're hesitant at first, not finding it disgusting per say, just unsure if they'll find it as enjoyable as you. Still, after the first few tentative licks, they start to relax. They do not thrive on the coppery taste of blood but rather on your reactions to their tongue and sucking - all the noises and involuntary movements you make. They eat you out diligently, making sure you're fully satisfied. Their hands keep exploring your body too, they want you to feel loved. By the time they're done, which depends on how much you're enjoying yourself, they're a panting mess too, ready to do more with you, if you're willing.

Gale, Karlach, Wyll, Zevlor, Isobel, Dammon

They'll gladly do it, just because they enjoy having control over you and when they eat you out, bleeding or not, that's exactly what they're getting. They don't mind sipping your blood, they'll even tease you about the taste, offering you a kiss so you can try it yourself. They'll make you feel embarrassed for how big of a mess you'll turn into, and they'll make you beg for all of your orgasms. They'll show you no mercy and if you weren't so far gone, you'd notice they're really enjoying themselves too. They wouldn't mind turning this into a monthly thing.

Shadowheart, Gortash, Raphael, Volo, Haarlep, Aylin, Minthara

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Microsoft Windows XP Service Pack 2

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Took The Beast on Vacation, I think he had a great time :)

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Developers I am begging you, compress the fucking textures and audio just a tiny bit, I can guarantee gamers can take it

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In case people were interested, I made the game playable in-browser, and uploaded it to NewGrounds and GameJolt as well!

Hopefully I can get to launching on Steam soonish, but for now I hope y'all enjoy!

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Alright everyone!!

It's finally here!!

Away in Graphical Limbo is Out NOW!!

I'm really happy with how it turned out, despite getting in my own head real bad towards the end

Thank you all for being a part of this journey with me, I really hope you enjoy, and I can't wait to hear what you all think!

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The game comes out tonight and I am both excited and terrified lol

Gotta do some more playtesting to make sure I didn't break anything, but I should be set to release on time. Thanks for all the support!! Releasing something you've spend 3 whole months of your life dedicated to is really scary 😅

Can't wait to get home from work to wrap this thing up, but also really scared that nobody's gonna play it, or there's gonna be weird issues I didn't see coming 😞

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Some of you have asked about that game I've been posting about recently!

It's called "Away in Graphical Limbo", and it is an adventure game based on Dreams, made for LSDJam 2023

It will be available on Itch io and later on steam for free!!

For now, if you want to support/follow the project, please check out the itch page here, it would mean a lot to me!

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A fine cast of characters! Out of your friends, which are you?

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It most definitely is, there's tons of great deep cut references. The tanks in temptation stairway are straight outta TempleOS

Later on, these things towards the end are highly reminiscent of The Portals from Narbacular Drop (predecessor to portal)

This juggler is straight out of an Amiga Demo

In power of potluck, these characters stretch from a black line when they appear, I don't have a gif of this, but it's pretty much exactly how earthbound enemies appear on screen if I'm not mistaken

Beyond these, there's plenty of references to all sorts of media throughout ENA and I am absolutely here for it. It creates this vibe where constantly I'm having synapses fire that remind me of other things, but in a context where I have no idea where to pin them down quite on. And it's not just direct visuals. Tons of audio cues, camera movement, and more are borrowed from so many places, so openly, it comes together all so well to create something truly unique. It's precisely why I love ENA so much

GUYS WAIT A FUCKING SECOND

IS THAT SHOT IN TEMPTATION STAIRWAY A REFERENCE TO THE 'HALL OF TORTURED SOULS'????

FOR CONTEXT IT'S A MICROSOFT EXCEL 95 EASTER EGG, UNDER THE FORM OF AN EARLY 3D VIDEO GAME

THE FIRST ROOM LOOKS LIKE THIS

THE LAYOUT ISN'T IDENTICAL BUT IT DOES HAVE SOME SIMILARITIES!!!

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More Screenshots from the upcoming title "Away in Graphical Limbo"

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Screenshots from an upcoming project! Last night we added all sorts of fun and new NPCs!