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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year

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Good Omens Graphic Novel Masterpost ❤ 🐍😊

(you know how I like doing masterposts :)🥰 - I will update the masterpost as the kicstarter updates ❤)

What is Good Omens: the Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel?

The Good Omens: the Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel is the upcoming adaptation of the glorious 1990 Good Omens novel by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman in a graphic novel form. The adaptation is done by the talented Colleen Doran who worked with Neil on several other of his projects such as Chivalry, The Sandman, or Snow, Glass, Apples. The adaptation done under the gentle eyes of both Neil Gaiman and the Terry Pratchett Estate so don't worry that it will be unfaithful <3.

How can I help/join/pre-order?

The project is done on Kickstarter to keep the creative control with Neil, the Terry Pratchett's Estate and Colleen. If you're not familiar with Kickstarter it is a place where you pledge money and in return you get the product plus possible bonuses.

The Kickstarter Tiers

There are many tiers and options! WAHOO! ❤ (note that the shipping will be extra)

The Nighttingale Tier - £20 - GONE

This is only available for the first 24 hours.

You get the copy of the Graphic Novel :).

Also available to add a mug, another copy and bookshop bundle. :) (these options are available to add with every other tier)

The Human Tier - £25

You get the copy of the Graphic Novel :).

Also available to add a mug, aziraphale and crowley pins, another copy and bookshop bundle. :) (these options are available to add with every other tier)

The Serpent Tier - £40

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

The Hellhound Tier - £120

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

The Witchfinder Tier - £200

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

The Demon Tier - £320

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

The Horsemen Tier - £500

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Beelzebub Tier - £666 - GONE

Limited to: 50. Note: the contents of this tier are not included in the higher levels.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

A mystery to be revealed. - Make a deal with the devil for this mystery tier at £666. It includes the Good Omens graphic novel, and– *demonic gurgling noises*

The Archangel Tier - £800

Limited to: 100.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

Unnamed character cameo in double page spread - Fancy being immortalised in the Good Omens graphic novel universe? Then get yourself painted into the crowd scenes! There will be an accompanying postcard with a full list of who's who, so you'll know who you're galivanting around Tadfield and beyond with.

The Antichrist Tier - £800

Limited to: 100.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil - limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

The Prophecy Tier - £1,000 - GONE

Limited to: 50.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil - limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

Signed (another) copy of the Good Omens graphic novel both Neil and Colleen

The God Tier - £2,750 - GONE

Limited to: 10.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil - limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

Signed (another) copy of the Good Omens graphic novel both Neil and Colleen

Individual character cameo - You can feature prominently within the pages of the graphic novel itself. Maybe you're there while Crowley and Aziraphale feed some ducks; maybe you're there for something a bit more high octane; or maybe you're just stuck on the M25. What you'll be up to will be at the discretion of Colleen, but there are plenty of places in the journey towards the Apocalypse and we can’t wait to see where you will turn up.

Print of your cameo, signed by Colleen

The Apocalypse Tier - £8,000 - GONE

Limited to: 1 - this option was gone within the first hour of the launch. Except for the previous goodies up to the William it offered the last copy of the Celestial Edition (!!!), Foreground named character cameo, orint of cameo signed by Colleen and Neil and original sketch by Neil Gaiman.

The Bookshop Tier - £250

The option for bookshops.

20 x Good Omens graphic novel (bookstores only)

We've got batches of 20 copies of the hardback graphic novel for retailers at a 50% trade discount. We love bookshops as much as Aziraphale does and want YOU to be part of Good Omens with us. To celebrate the graphic novel's release into the world, we will have point-of-sale material on request nearer to release. If you have any queries, get in touch. Terms: These are for retailers only. Packs must be delivered to a verified bookshop address. You can buy additional packs as an add-on.

The Small Bookshop Tier - £125

The smalle option for bookshops.

10 x Good Omens graphic novel (bookstores only)

The batch of 10 copies for retailers at a 50% trade discount. Terms: These are for retailers only. Packs must be delivered to a verified bookshop address. You can buy additional packs as an add-on.

When it will come out?

It should come out in Summer 2024 :).

Enhancing the tiers

Unlocked so far (All unlocked prints are in Loot Box #1 :)):

Gold foiled cover - Every copy of the book will be finished with gold detailing.

Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott prints - Rachael Stott, award-winning comic book artist behind works such as Doctor Who and Star Trek, and Sarah Graley of Our Super Adventure and Invader Zim farne, are ready and waiting to put their own spin on the world of Good Omens for your prints collection.

Endpapers - Beautiful artwork on the front cover and on every page in between is just not enough. '150,000 unlocks beautiful endpapers that will be heavenly(or hellish„. that is still to be seen).

David Aja, Mark Buckingham & Tanya Roberts prints / Colleen Loot Pack #2 prints for lower box - David Aja, known for the award-winning Hawkeye, Daredevil and Seeds Mark Buckingham, known for Marvelman an Fables—and Tanya Roberts, whose work includes Too Story and Star Wars Clone Wars comics to name but two, will join our ineffable artist tearh. More so, Colleen's prints from Loot Pack #2 will be included in Loot Pack #1. Art aplenty

Alice Oseman & Paul Kidby prints - A special duo of Heartstoppers Alice Oseman prints first, her drawing of Aziraphale while watching S 1 of Good Omens and a newly commissioned companion piece for Crowley. AIso, Discworld and the Illustrated edition of Good Omens' Paul Kidby's out-of-this-world alien artwork can be yours.

Colouring page prints - Want to add your own colour to the world of Good Omens? We have some exclusive illustrations for you relax to.

Ribbons - We said in the campaign that we were talking silk ribbons for stretch goals, and we are angels (or demons, depending who you're talking to) of our word. Well upgrade the hardback to have this addition.

Anna Morozova & Frank Quitely prints - Unlock a sumptious print by Anna Morozova. known for 2000 AD &Judge Dredd. Plus receive a print of Frank Quitely's alternate Good Omens graphic novel cover.

Money raised will go towards the costs of bringing this project and its many tendrils to the most vibrant life possible, ranging from creative fees to production and beyond. Our stretch goals therefore bring more of that ineffable joy into the project: we'll (hopefully) be unlocking various finishes on the graphic novel, expansions on the loot packs, and some - if we're lucky - backer exclusives further down the road, but these are to be revealed...

You will be able to unlock artists including Alice Oseman (Heartstopper), Rachael Stott (Fantastic Four, Doctor Who), and David Aja (Hawkeye), with more to be announced.

(I will update the masterpost as the kicstarter updates ;))

Video by Neil, Colleen and Rob :)

Rob Wilkins: Judgment day is almost upon us. One angel, one demon want to do something about it, but there's the small problem of the missing Antichrist.

Neil Gaiman: The good Omens Kickstarter - we've got a fabulous, glorious, amazing adaptation of Good Omens waiting for you in graphic novel form.

Rob: Neil Gaiman was the first person, the first journalist to interview Terry after the publication of The Colour of Magic. They stayed friends and Neil met Terry again and discussed the idea of this novel that he had that he really ought to get written down and he sent the idea through to Terry and a little while later Terry called him back and said: you bastard I want that idea for myself, and Terry offered to either buy the idea or to work with Neil on the project, and as Neil said at the time it would be like Michelangelo calling saying: here give me a hand to paint this ceiling, so of course Neil and Terry worked on it together.

Colleen Doran: Hi and welcome to my studio. I am pleased and excited beyond words to talk to you tonight about Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's good Omens the graphic novel adaptation. You have no idea how happy I am to be working on this aside from the fact that I get to sit around and draw Azirphale and Crowley all day and who wouldn't want that - oh this is fun this is pure candy and I'm working very very hard to bring you a faithful adaptation. I love this book I love this project and bringing it to you is pure joy. Thanks a lot for your support. Thank you.

What now :)

So... head to the kickstarter, choose a Tier and Fall for it like Crowley :)❤

Who to follow for updates? :)

Tumblr: (me :D), @goodomenshq, @neil-gaiman, @colleendoran

Twitter: @FYeahGoodOmens, @GoodOmensHQ, @neilhimself, @pratchettonline, @ColleenDoran, @terryandrob, @kickstarter.

Instagram: @fuckyeahgoodomens, @goodomens_hq, @neilhimself,, @pratchettonline, @doran.colleen

Update 6.8.2023

Now as an add on you can add also new Aziraphale and Crowley pins 👀❤.

How to add if you already pledged:

Click one the Manage your pledge green button

Click on the Change your pledge violet button

Then again a green button with your pledge and you get to a page with:

wher you can add the pins and more :)

#good omens #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #colleen doran #graphic novel #good omens graphic novel #graphic novel kickstarter #masterposts #graphic novel masterposts

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genericpuff · 7 months

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Okay, what the FUCK is Inklore?

My ULO pals and I have been deliberating on this one since it was announced. "Inklore", the brand new imprint from Random House Worlds - which is, in and of itself, an imprint of Penguin Random House - and Rachel Smythe Presents, an in-house program of sorts that's dedicated to graphic novels, specifically those that "tell updated, romantic versions of classic stories and mythologies, and caters to readers looking for bingeable, relationship-driven stories with a distinct visual voice."

Basically it's exactly how it sounds - they're creating an imprint for works like Lore Olympus, and using Rachel as the leading lady.

But let's dig a little deeper. Because the more I searched on Inklore, Rachel Smythe Presents, and Random House Worlds, the more it started to paint a picture of what's really going on here.

INKLORE

I talked about this in my recent analysis of LO's pacing problems, but Inklore launching in Spring 2024 conveniently lines up with what would seem like a reasonable end point for LO. Rachel's always lined up LO's episodes with real life dates and holidays - even when it's been at her comic's own expense - and while we've kept our minds open to the possibility that it could end later than Spring, there's no denying at this point that LO itself is dragging itself out, which gives me stronger reason to believe it's just trying to make it to March, specifically March 20th, which is the first day of Spring in the northern hemisphere. Because of this, our best predictions right now is that LO's series finale will either release on FP or unlock for free readers on either the 16th or 23rd of March (if it unlocks for free on either of those dates, that means we can expect the series to end behind the FP paywall on either April 6th or 13th, assuming they're aren't any more hiatuses, but at this point I doubt there will be.)

Moving on, let's look at the actual Inklore site-

Already you can get the vibe of what kind of work they're looking for through their imprint. This is for people like Rachel. Now, I'm definitely not going to rag on anyone's tastes, I myself am a weeb of epic proportions, but considering you're about to see what's really the highlight of this site, you'll get what I mean when I say this isn't for people like Rachel, this is for people like Rachel. Specifically Rachel.

RACHEL SMYTHE PRESENTS

Inklore seems to be just an imprint specifically for Rachel Smythe Presents, with a couple extra series tacked on to give off the impression of it being more credible than it is. It means the whole site can be dedicated to it, rather than having it shoved in haphazardly alongside Penguin Random House's other works. You'll see what I mean in a second, but let's magnify those questions real quick, shall we?

As soon as I saw the "we are not accepting unsolicited pitches for Rachel Smythe Presents", it dawned on me that Rachel's own fans don't know how imprints work. Why do I say that? Look no further than the comment sections on her announcement posts for RSP (which I'm abbreviating, but I assure you, it stands for "Rachel Sex Party"- /j)

Of course, there are plenty of "congratulations" comments and "please do xyz myth", in which case, please, don't let her touch more myths I beg you-

But then there are also the odd comments of people asking how to get involved themselves. People who are just, by all accounts, regular people on the Internet.

But wait, how do you get involved? Thankfully there's a handy URL in that FAQ telling us how.

And holy shit, it's hilarious.

Guys, it's so easy to get into Rachel Smythe Presents! All you have to do is finish a manuscript, find an agent who's willing to work with a new unpublished author (and hope that they're not a scammer), get your manuscript prepared for publishing and submitted to editors, and then hopefully land a book deal! Wasn't that so easy?? Thanks for demystifying the process, Penguin Random House!

Listen, okay, there's something to be said about how difficult it is to navigate the publishing world. While some of those difficulties are for good reason - to ensure that not just any piece of crap thrown on paper can get published - many more are rooted in privilege, racial gatekeeping, and sexism. It is still an industry being run by a lot of nasty old fucks who take full advantage of people desperate enough to get their book published.

All that aside, it's kind of hilarious - in a sad kind of way - to see fans of this comic assume that this project and its opportunities were ever made for them. It wasn't. It wasn't made for the Canvas creators, it wasn't made for the Wattpad writers, it wasn't made for the people who work in the medium that Rachel started out in to get where she is today. It was made for the people who are already 3 of the 4 steps into Penguin Random House's "helpful" guide on publishing. It was made for the Cait Corrains and the wannabe Rick Riordans.

At best, Inklore is simply a home that's been manufactured for Lore Olympus after it's done on Webtoons. It may remain on the WT platform forever - or maybe not - but Inklore gives it a way to be seen and acknowledged outside of its niche. Because, despite Webtoons attempting to make Lore Olympus a global phenomenon, it really hasn't sold well in other countries, especially those where it was translated which people from those countries have stated it's not translated well at all.

It goes to show that much of LO's claim to fame was manufactured within North America by Webtoons itself, and Inklore is just another one of those manufactured attempts.

Still don't believe me? Still think I'm wearing too much tinfoil?

There are still only two series that Inklore has to show for itself - and remember, it launches in two months - and of course the ones leading that charge are every single volume of LO, even the ones that aren't "new and upcoming" anymore.

And then there's their Instagram, which is just more of the same-

(wonder if they ever found a Marketing Manager? Not exactly the role you want to be left empty leading up to a launch, oop-)

But wait, doesn't that site layout look a little... off? Almost cheap, maybe? Am I being too harsh-

Oop, nope, it's the exact same template used for the LoreOlympusBooks.com website.

Wait a minute, what about the imprint that Inklore is attached to? Random House Worlds?

RANDOM HOUSE WORLDS

... Uhhuh. I'm not entirely convinced that Lore Olympus is in any way on the same level as fucking Star Wars but to the average onlooker, this would make Lore Olympus seem pretty big and important simply on the virtue of it sitting smack dab in the middle of a grid of massive franchises.

So I'll bite, where do these buttons go? They all lead to external sites selling books and merchandise (except for the Marvel Studios one, which hilariously doesn't have a URL attached, so that button goes nowhere LMAO)

... Oh. It's that layout again.

Not all of them have the same layout, mind you, but it seems to be the default layout for sites they just haven't buffed up yet. It would explain why the Star Wars and D&D sites are a lot more robust in their designs, while others just link back to Penguin Random House:

Now the Minecraft one does look better at first glance, but it's still just the same template as the LO site, with a slightly different layout, but working off the same design philosophy, like they just spent a few extra hours dragging things around and spiffying them up in a site editor.

So it seems a lot of the default sites are working off the same CSS stylesheets, which doesn't exactly look good for LO and Inklore's online identity.

But hey, it's gotta mean something that LO is sitting alongside such franchises as Star Wars, Marvel, Magic the Gathering, and Minecraft, right? These are some of the biggest franchises on the planet, and while LO does make a lot of money, it's still nowhere near the billions that these franchises generate every single year.

And that's what I would be saying, if I hadn't noticed the specific products that Random House Worlds was selling - all easily churned out merch, from cookbooks to spin-off titles, which aren't exactly the main draw for these franchises, simply stocking stuffers or otherwise fun gimmicks to try out.

(I actually own the Dungeons and Dragons tarot deck. It's shit. They don't actually tell you the suit of the cards, JUST the numbers, so you have to flip through the book and match up the pictures on the cards with the pictures in the book just to figure out if it's Cups, Pentacles, Wands, or Swords, which I'm sure you can figure out, if you're a tarot reader, is very inconvenient and doesn't make for a good card reading experience)

Point is, Random House Worlds seems to mostly be an imprint dedicated solely to the cheaper products and books they can make to pump up a franchise's merch count. Even the Critical Role site doesn't offer the campaign books, those are published by their own personal imprint Darrington Press and are offered on their main - and much better designed - site:

Instead it's selling printed versions of interviews and... mad libs.

Not made or even really endorsed by the Critical Role cast, because if they were, they'd be on the main site, where the good shit is.

Random House Worlds is, at least judging off what I've found here, the "trick the parents into buying it" imprint. It's simply there for parents to see, go "my kid watches / plays that!" and then buy a Beholder puzzle which their kid will undoubtedly start and then never finish and eventually throw out half-finished after all the pieces have been lost. It's the cheap merch money generating machine, with works written by people who were simply paid to write it, and not people actually involved in the larger franchises.

And this is the imprint that Inklore and Rachel Smythe Presents is going to be an extension of.

At best, Inklore will likely just be a home for Rachel's work post-Webtoons, with maybe the odd success outside of it. At worst, it comes across as nothing more than an ego project, another artificial attempt to place Rachel and LO on the same playing field as Marvel, Minecraft, Star Wars, and Dungeons & Dragons through the only means that they can - an imprint that specializes in off-brand books, which they're truly counting on people just seeing the logos and going "wow those are big franchises!" and associating LO with that status simply by affiliation - without it having anywhere near the actual level of prestige, household influence, or brand recognition.

Its readership is dying out, its stats dropping, and worst of all, the vast majority of people - of which its a very small amount - who have heard about LO without being a Webtoons user themselves have heard how infamous it is in its bad writing and poor art direction.

It has nowhere to go but down, and if you were hoping to be a part of Rachel Smythe Presents, then all I can suggest to you is to go through the very simple process of finishing your manuscript, finding an agent, finding an editor, and then (hopefully) landing a book deal with the 'esteemed' Inklore.

Good luck! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

#lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #inklorebooks #inklore

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choiceofgames · 5 months

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New game! “Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names” — Unleash Rage and wield spirit to heal the land and rebuild your fallen pack

Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names is now available on Steam, iOS, and Android!

It’s 25% off until May 2nd! Furthermore, as a special offer, if you purchase "Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names" by 11:59pm PDT on April 26th, we'll give away the "Wardens and Furies" DLC, featuring the options to play as a member of the Black Fury tribe or the Hart Warden tribe, for free.

You and your shattered werewolf pack must save the living Earth with Rage and spirit! In this interactive novel with hundreds of choices, can you defeat a Wyrm Spirit who manifests as a lie that you want to believe?

Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names is an interactive novel by Kyle Marquis set in the World of Darkness. It's entirely text-based—1.8 million words, without graphics or sound effects—and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Shapeshifter. Mystic. Hero. Monster. You are a werewolf, and you are all these things. Werewolves are the living earth's last guardians, created by Gaia, given the gift of shifting between human and wolf forms, and called to stop humanity from destroying the world.

But you have failed.

Three years ago, packs of werewolves worked together as a Sept in Broad Brook, Massachusetts, battling the Wyrm, the enemy of Gaia. While other Septs fell to the Wyrm or tore themselves apart with fratricidal Rage, Broad Brook thrived. Some said they would be the ones to stop the Apocalypse.

But in one night, a Wyrm Spirit called "the Answering Tiger" destroyed the Broad Brook Sept and defiled its caern. In fact, Broad Brook had never been thriving at all. The Tiger had deceived their senses, disordered their thoughts, and turned them against one another. Where the different tribes saw trust, in truth there was resentment and growing Rage. Where the different packs saw safety, there were security flaws that could be exploited. Where they saw the Wyrm, there were innocents that they massacred, before reporting to other Septs about another glorious victory.

Their cruel pride allowed the Wyrm Spirit to deceive them, and they mostly destroyed themselves. The Answering Tiger had servants, too, monstrous Banes and fomori, and even werewolves sworn to the Wyrm. But they were only there to pick off whoever was left.

Now, the Stormcat, once the Patron Spirit of the Broad Brook Sept, has called upon you to rebuild a pack from the survivors and fight back against the Answering Tiger. In the savage woods and decaying towns of New England, you will forge your own legend.

Build Your Pack. Human and werewolf survivors haunt the woods and hide in the cities: find them to learn what happened and to rebuild the werewolf nation. But not all werewolves can be trusted: shun those wolves consumed by Rage, and pity those who have lost the Wolf and become empty shells.

Survive the Wilds. A desperate exile, shunned by those of your old pack who have abandoned their oaths to Gaia, you'll have to survive by your wits. A winter night can kill as surely as any monster: find shelter, seek allies among spirits and humans, and learn how far you'll go to survive.

Unleash Your Rage. You are one of Gaia's monsters, a living weapon, herald of horror and death. Now the Apocalypse is here: wield your Rage with savage cunning and keen discretion, or it will swallow you whole.

• Play as male, female, or nonbinary; befriend or romance werewolves and humans of all genders.

• Shapeshift among five forms to slaughter your enemies, or outwit them to take what you need.

• Choose your auspice (moon-sign) and your werewolf tribe: Bone Gnawer, Child of Gaia, Glass Walker, Shadow Lord, or Silver Fang

• Claim your territory and heal the spirits there to unlock Gifts that let you summon animals, see into the past, or enter the spirit world.

Buy it now!

#choiceofgames #choice of games #interactive fiction

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storm-angel989 · 6 months

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Outside The Office Part Fourteen

Hi All,

I have been WAITING to write this chapter, almost as much as I think some might have been waiting for it! Again, without giving away spoilers, this post deserves a trigger warning for graphic content.

Enjoy- and as always, I appreciate any and all feedback!!

One uneventful limo ride home, and a well understood request for a few moments by myself, I stood in my own shower, allowing the hot water to wash away the events of the night. I tried to process what had happened over the past few hours and wondered, not for the first time, if my perception of heaven and hell had truly been wrong this whole time. Although I couldn’t necessarily get behind the idea of soul ownership, I saw the value in an Overlord stepping in before the Sins did, and offering them a safer landing than the one that inevitably waited for them when they crossed. Even more so now, I understood the point Vox said made before our interview, and could even see myself someday stepping in, solely to help a soul in need. Even though ownership of a soul made me uncomfortable at best, I had to admit after knowing what I know now, it was absolutely the kinder of the two options.

I dried my hair as best I could and braided it back before slipping into clean pajamas. I flopped down on my own bed and snuggled under the covers, willing myself to sleep, but it just didn’t feel right without Valentino’s presence. After tossing and turning for a half hour, I gave up andI made my way into his bedroom. I pushed open his unlocked door and he was sitting upright against the pillows, a book open in his hand.

“Mi Amore, I didn’t think I would see you tonight,”” he said as he placed a bookmark in his novel and closed the cover.

I walked over to him and climbed into bed wordlessly, snuggling into him.

He ran the back of his hand down my cheek, concern coloring his features. “Are you alright? There is no shame in needing time to yourself, little love. I would not be offended.”

“I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t,” I replied softly. “Is it okay if I stay with you?”

“More than okay, Princessa.” He planted a kiss on the top of my head and adjusted himself so that I was comfortably laying on top of him.

I allowed the weight of my body to relax against his, his heartbeat steady in my ears. I closed my eyes and under his touch, the feelings of love, safety and security wrapped around me like a blanket. Finally, I allowed the exhaustion to wash over me. The last thing I heard was his soft voice, whispering to me.

“Goodnight, my princessa.”

The next few weeks passed in a blur as I readjusted to my pre-injury routine. Every night except for our usual Wednesday, the four of us went out- dinner, and then one of Valentino’s clubs. Although the protestors remained, with each passing day there seemed to be less and less- and not once did they do anything more than shout angrily.

Although I now made it a point to notice when they left the table, neither Vox or Valentino invited me to join them when they went out to gather a new contract. Velvette, on the other hand, brought me with her several more times. With each scene I encountered, it solidified my initial feeling that presenting a soul with a choice between the lesser of two evils was a kindness I could accept, at least partially.

At home, Valentino and I fell into our own routine of nighttime kisses and snuggles. Although I occasionally slept in my own bed, for the most part I fell asleep to the steady beating of his heart and his arms wrapped around me. And some nights, we took it just a little further beyond our usual cuddles, though he carefully sidestepped my desire for more.

“I know you’re healed physically, but Princessa, please- put some time between what happened and your commitment to me,” he told me gently when I expressed my frustration to him. “There is no rush, and I want to be sure, without a doubt, that you are ready for this.”

I grumbled but leaned in and kissed him. “Fine. But I expect chocolate covered strawberries and champagne when you finally decide to get it together.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me as we fell into bed once more.

Two weeks after that conversation, I was running on the treadmill when my phone pinged. I slowed down and hit the open text button, scanning the words within.

Princessa, I have a surprise for you. Valentino’s text read. Tell Velvette I told you to wear something pretty. She’ll know what it means.

I stared at the message, and inside, my heart soared. Could it mean what I hoped?

I jumped off the treadmill and took a long hot shower, making sure I scrubbed every inch of my body. Downstairs, Velvette’s team took their time, and did a more than thorough job as they ensured every inch of me was groomed to perfection.

The dress Velvette put me in was a short, red number. I spun in front of the mirror, looking at both our reflections in awe and disbelief. Gorgeous wasn’t the word.

“You look stunning, Reader.” She winked at me and checked the clock. “You can head upstairs now. Valentino should be waiting.”

I thanked her with the briefest of hugs. I took my spot on the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. I could barely contain my excitement as the butterflies fluttered, encouraged by both my eagerness and my nerves.

I stepped off the elevator and looked to where Valentino sat at the table, his eyes moving from his laptop to me as I walked across the room.

“Princessa.” Valentino greeted me. His smile grew, and eyes seemed to sparkle as he slowly took in my outfit. “You look fantastic, as usual.”

“Velvette. She outdid herself again.” I said softly, looking away from his eyes as a sense of uncharacteristic shyness flowed over me.

“Mm, no, Princessa. She only designs the outfit. It is you who is beautiful.” He stood up and strode over to me, pulled me into his arms and planted a kiss on my lips as he scooped me up, carrying me to the bedroom.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as our kiss continued. Behind us, the bedroom door slammed shut. Inside, the lights were set to dim, and several lit white candles overcast the room in a romantic glow. Valentino set me down next to the bed and with the quick snap of his finger, my dress fell to the ground, leaving me totally and completely exposed to him.

He pushed me to the bed, his own clothing joining mine in a heap on the floor as his skin pressed against mine, the kisses becoming more frantic with each passing second before he pulled away and pressed his lips slowly down my neck. He paused at my chest for the briefest of moments.

“V-Valentino.” I moaned as my body made it known just how good his kisses felt. “V-Valentino!”

His kisses lowered again and he paused as his lips hovered above my belly. “Princessa. Are you ready?”

I groaned in eagerness and frustration. “Yes, Valentino goddamn it yes!”

With my words his tongue plunged deep into me, his fingers falling against me as I exploded into an orgasm. Slowly, he pulled away and planted a kiss on my clit before he stood up.

“V-Val..” I whispered. I reached my arms up towards him.

He shook his head, but took one hand gently, giving it a squeeze before he reached for a bottle on the nightstand. He leaned down and hovered his lips above mine. “Not yet, Princessa. This was just to make sure you are nice and wet for me.”

I felt his hands slowly separate my legs, and his cock pressed against me. I reached around him and dug my fingernails into his back as I bucked my hips impatiently.

“I need to know if something hurts. You need to tell me,” he said softly as he held himself in place. “Do you understand, Princessa? Use your words, so I know you hear me.”

“Y-yes Valentino.” I moaned and looked up at him.

The sight of him standing there just about pushed me over the edge on visualization alone. Every inch of him was perfectly muscular, a body built to attract and keep a mate. This man, who was harsh to everyone else in his life except for those he held dearest. Who treated me with a softness I had never once felt before. Every single part of me yearned for him, and the love he gave to me freely. My breath caught as I caught sight of his entire length right before it slipped inside of me, and I wondered for the briefest of moment what the glint of silver on the very tip of his cock was for.

Before I could ask, I felt the weight of his body press into mine, the very tip of him making its way inside of me. An indescribable euphoria overtook every thought I had and the only thing I could focus on was the feeling of his body joined into mine. Somewhere inside me, I felt a flash of pain and dull ache form as he began to thrust slowly and steadily.

“Relax for me, Princessa,” he said gently. “You need to tell me if it’s too much.”

I felt his cock grow harder inside of me and his pace quickened. I let out a gasp and my body responded and exploded around him. The intense feeling of pleasure overwashed any pain I felt. Unable to handle the feeling, I dug my nails deeper into him.

“Valentino!” I cried loudly. “Valentino!!”

He grunted at the sound of his name. Deep inside of me, I felt his cock spasm as he came, a fast, foreign movement. I gasped at the sharpness of the feeling and around him, I orgasmed again. Unable to move, unable to breathe, I laid under him. I could feel the expansion somewhere deep inside of me, feel his cum shifting as it settled in my lower belly. He slowly pulled out, and from where I laid, I could see the silver glint in the light. His hand slowly fell against my clit, and another finger slid inside. I let out a gasp as the room flashed black.

“That’s right my love. You’re mine.” He growled softly as he pressed his lips to my neck, his fingers quickening their pace.

An unfamiliar fire burned in my belly and I couldn’t tell if it was pain or an overabundance of pleasure I felt.

“V-Val, it hurts!”

The words were barely out of my mouth before his fingers were out. My entire body felt like jello and I was covered in a sheen of sweat. I gasped as I tried desperately to catch my breath. He carefully pulled me against his chest and he ran his hand down my back. Under me, his heart thundered, a vibration I could feel simply by laying against his bare chest.

“What hurts, Princessa?” He asked, concern in his voice.

I couldn’t catch my breath to tell him. He seemed to understand, and he took my hand gently.

“Breathe, my love. Just show me. Put my hand where it hurts.”

I placed his hand on my belly, and then lower, gasping as his finger brushed my clit, and my back involuntarily arched.

He tried to hide a smile and cradled me to his chest as he laid us both down on the bed. “My princessa. Are you sure it’s pain you feel?” He laid his hand just below my belly button. “If you relax, the overstimulation will settle itself.” He pressed my abdomen lightly, a calmness in his tone. “In. Out. Deep breaths. All the way into your belly, and out,” he instructed. “Move my hand with each breath you take.”

I did as he commanded, and concentrated on watching the rise and fall of his hand on my stomach. Slowly, the fire began to fade, leaving behind nothing but the dull ache. I cuddled into him and settled my body against his as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

“That’s my good princessa,” he muttered. He relaxed the pressure and instead wrapped his arms around me in a protective embrace. His gaze fell down towards the sheets and he moved as if to push them away. “How about a shower, mi amor? Let me take care of you.”

With the shuffling of the blankets, even in the low light, I could see the bright crimson splashed against the whiteness of his bedsheets. Fear flooded through me, and I looked down at my bloodstained thighs.

“Princessa. Look at me.” He cupped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes, his voice growing deeper. “Listen to my voice. You are not hurt- this is what happens your first time. Maybe even the first few times. I promise you, it’s okay. I’ve got you, and I’m going to take care of you.”

He pushed aside the bedding, lifted me up and carried me into the bathroom. With one hand, he kept me against him, with the other, he opened the shower door and turned on the water.

“Listen to me, princessa. You are alright, I promise. The bleeding may have stopped, or it may not have, I’ll know when I put you down and you stand up. Either way, I promise you it won’t hurt, and you’re okay.” He continued as he held me to him.

Even with his reassurance, the fear exacerbated the ache deep inside of me. I laid my head against him, unable and unsure what to say or do. I watched in silence as the steam started to rise above the shower. He reopened the door and stepped us both inside. Carefully, he adjusted me so when set me down I stood upright, his arms still wrapped around me. I looked down before he could force me not to. A bright puddle of crimson formed on the floor of the shower, the water whisking it down the drain.

“Fuck!” I cursed. I felt my cheeks turn pink as I watched the blood pour down my legs. I didn’t even consider that this would happen, and I knew I shouldn’t care. Even less so with Valentino. In his line of work, he probably dealt with this all the time. But even that thought couldn’t keep the feelings of shame and embarrassment away.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s alright,” he pulled me to his chest. “It will stop, I promise.” He cupped my chin again and leaned down. He pressed his lips against mine before he pulled away gently. With one hand on my shoulder, he grabbed the bottle of body wash and ran the soap all over my body. He paused for just a moment as his hands ran down the inside of my legs, washing away the orange-red mess. “Speak, mi amore. I can’t read your mind, as much as I wish I could.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” I finally answered. I looked away

“What, Princessa, could you ever be embarrassed about?” He asked as he guided me back under the water. “You were- you are perfect.”

He pulled me out of the water and into him. With a gentle force, he pushed me against the shower wall. Carefully let go, leaving my body pinned between the warm tiles and him.

“I would take you again right this very moment if I didn’t think that it would cause you pain tomorrow. Get any notion of insecurity out of your pretty little head this instant because you, babydoll, are mine.” He pressed his lips against my neck. “Do you understand, mi amore?” His voice dropped into a low demand, “use your words.”

“Yes, Valentino.” I let out an involuntary shiver.

“Good. Let’s get cleaned up then, shall we?” He pulled away and positioned me back under the water.

Peppered with kisses as we washed each other, our shower ended sooner than I wanted it to. He turned the water off and wrapped me in a towel before he perched me on the counter top. He handed me a second towel and I wrapped my hair up, giving it the best towel dry I could. The dull ache inside me hadn’t left yet, and while it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world, it was definitely uncomfortable.

“Are you okay, Princessa?” You’re quiet. What's bothering you?” Valentino asked as he pulled on his bathrobe. He walked over to me, my robe over his arm. “Princessa? Communicate.”

“My belly hurts, but not like my stomach. Lower. Like down here.” I pointed to just below my belly button.

His hand fell to the small of my back and he helped me down off the counter. He answered after a moment, and removed my towel before he wrapped me in my bathroom, speaking as he did so. “That feeling isn’t uncommon. The first time you have sex- the first time you take that step, it’s almost like a trauma. The bleeding that comes with it is normal, natural. I did my best to be gentle, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that your body has experienced something breaking. That’s part of the reason I wanted you to wait until I knew you were back to your normal self.” He kissed me on the forehead. “I have dinner waiting for us in the kitchen. Let’s get some food in you and a heating pad on your tummy and see if you feel any better.”

Dressed in our pajamas, we walked hand in hand out to the living room. To my suprise, it was empty, save for the steaming platters on the table.

“Vox and Velvette took this opportunity to go out on their own,” Valentino explained when he saw my expression. “It’s been awhile since they’ve spent time together, just the two of them.” He bent down and kissed my cheek. “I would have cooked for us, but I didn’t want to make you wait any longer for dinner than you had to, so I ordered your favorite. I hope that’s okay?”

“It’s perfect.” I said as I gave him another kiss.

I wrapped my arms around him and he spun me around, leaned me back and kissed me again.

“I love you,” he said with a softness reserved solely for me. His eyes met mine and he gave me a smile and another kiss. “I love every single inch of you.”

“I love you too.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned up to give him yet another kiss.

He accepted my show of affection and with a final press against my lips, he released me from his hold. He tugged me to the table and loaded up a plate, and then he handed it to me.

“Couch or table?” I asked, unsure as I held the steaming hot dish.

“Couch would be more comfortable, I would think. We can put something on, a movie or a show or whatever you want,” he answered. He filled his own plate and turned around to where I stood, planting a kiss on the top of my head. “Tonight is about us, and what we want. Nothing else.” He set his plate down and poured two glasses of wine before he settled himself on the couch.

Love and joy spread through me, and I kissed his cheek as I took my usual place next to him. He pulled the heating pad from the back of the couch and placed it against my belly. He kissed my cheek again, and then picked up the remote. After a few moments of flipping through the channels, and playfully discussing our options, we settled on one of our usual mutually agreed upon. Side by side, we enjoyed dinner, occasionally sharing bites with each other between comments and giggles about the events on the screen. Love. This is what love was, I was sure of it.

“You know, I did get dessert if you want it,” Valentino said after we had both finished eating. He shifted himself and stood up as he stretched. “I’ll be right back. Close your eyes.”

I did as he instructed, leaning back against the couch. The dull ache had disappeared, and I felt completely and totally normal again. A few seconds passed and I felt something press against my lips.

“Open up, my Princessa,” he said softly.

I did as he instructed and the sweet taste of chocolate touched my tongue. I opened my eyes and took a bite. The tartness of the strawberry combined with the sweetness of the chocolate was divine. He pressed a champagne flute into my hand.

“I told you I always keep my promises.” He clicked his glass against mine. “To us.”

“To us,” I echoed.

We both took a sip and he settled himself back on the couch, placing the box of chocolate covered strawberries between us. The TV forgotten, we spent the next half an hour or so sipping our champagne and feeding each other bites of dessert. I snuggled against him once both our glasses and the box was empty and tried to suppress a yawn.

“Sleepy?” He pressed his lips to my forehead and lifted me up into his arms. He carried me to the bedroom. The bed, now freshly made and the sheets were back to their crisp, clean color.

“How did you..”

He laughed and kissed me, pulling back the covers and settling both of us under the coolness of the clean sheets. “I don’t employ housekeepers who aren't discrete, mi amor.”

I snuggled into him, “more souls you’ve saved?”

“Something like that,” he responded lightly. “It’s nice to hear you’re starting to see our side of the story.” He kissed me again and guided my head to his chest. “Now close those pretty blue eyes and go to sleep.” His voice softened ever so slightly, “I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise.”

I snuggled against him and allowed the exhaustion to wash over me. A final thought washed over me before sleep overtook me.

Valentino always kept his promises.

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Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings:fluff, angst, SA mentioned not described, drugs mentioned not consumed, entertainment industry language (basically misleading way of delivering news), legal stuff, anxiety, court proceedings, bucky is sweet but also a menace, shitty lawyers and victim blaming, comments made on size of reader

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Sixteen

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Natasha Romanoff Unleashes Scathing Tweets While Defending The Victims Who Have Come Forward Against Alexander Pierce

Y/N Y/L/N Looks Sombre Attending Court Hearing. Bucky Barnes To Take The Stand. Fans Gather Outside Courthouse To Support Actor As He Supports His Colleagues.

Twins In Style, Reclusive Lawyer Andy Barber Looks Dapper In Suit Matched With His Brother Steve Rogers. Watch Exclusive Video Of The Lawyer As He Ponders Over Case Details In The Parking Lot.

Dolores Stuns In A Cherry Red Outfit, Is It Appropriate For Court? Watch As Our Fashion Experts Breakdown These Courtroom Looks.

HYDRA Now Pushes Innocence Narrative, Sharon Carter Leading Charge To Safe Face Of Organisation.

Fans Reign Down Hell On Ace After Comments About Shocking Revelation On The Truth Of Alexander Pierce The Star Deletes Social Media In Response.

Loki stares at the iPad lying on the desk. The shower turning on brings him back to the present. Dozens of emails, back and forth correspondence.

Pictures.

Pictures of him.

Pictures of Bucky.

Pictures of Steve.

Pictures of You.

Pictures of Bucky and You.

Pictures of Steve and You.

Some actual and several altered to insinuate much more than what was ongoing. Bile rises in his throat as he scrolls to the top and through the chain again while recording all of it on his phone.

Intimate pictures he exchanged with Ace, the bathroom door opens. He exits the iPad back to the home screen. Making sure to close all apps before locking the device.

“Are you coming in, big boy?” They call out, beads of water flow down their naked form. A sight which would have Loki tempted but now churns acid in his stomach.

“I’m terribly sorry, it's my brother. I need to go.” He explains having told Ace enough about his sibling, Thor, that they could draw conclusions for the need to retreat. He had done it before genuinely.

“Oh no, would you like me to come along?” They step out further grabbing the towel.

“No, I um, I’d appreciate that but I’ve already asked Bucky. I’ll update you in a few hours. I apologise for cutting this short.” He buttons up his shirt, swiftly.

Ace stands before him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. They stand on their tiptoes, pressing their lips to his, Loki’s hands grasp their waist. Eyes closed as the two share the kiss so steeped in with betrayal.

Loki rushes out as the air is leaving his lungs, the court hearings are ongoing. The next date is scheduled for next week. He gets into his car, uncaring for the tickets he might receive and speeds along to his best friend’s apartment.

Bucky opens the door to a frantic looking Loki who just thrusts his unlocked phone into his palms. The green eyed man heads straight for the bar cart and pours himself a generous serving of the amber selection. Downing it in one go.

Bucky stares at the playing footage, stomach knotting with every exchanged email. Natasha was right.

It was someone on the main crew.

Someone all trusted.

Someone you considered a close friend when Natasha and Yelena seemingly abandoned you.

“Pour me a glass too, I need to tell Feather.” Bucky holds out his hand and the cold crystal is placed in, he takes a sip then a longer one. Calls are exchanged between Andy, Matt and himself. More calls are made to Agent Lewis and Agent Lang.

The calls take hours and a meeting is called in order.

Bucky closes his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

When would this nightmare end?

A sniffle brings him back to the present Loki hunched over and trying not to cry into his hands.

“I trusted them.” He mutters as Bucky’s arms envelope him into a hug, “I, I– Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve this, not one bit.” Bucky pulls him in a tighter embrace, “I know how much they meant to you.”

Loki sniffles, holding onto Bucky, “I’m so sorry.”

You stare at Ace across the hallway of the courthouse. They meet your gaze, offering you a bright smile.

“Smile back.” Bucky reminds in a soft murmur, from his position, leaning against the wall, coffee cup in hand. You offer them a tightlipped smile.

“I feel sick.” Your palm pressed against your stomach, the queasy feeling blooms, “I can’t keep up this charade for long. Behaving as if yet another person hasn’t betrayed us.”

“I’d recommend a stiff drink.” Steve drinks from his own cup wishing it was something else. Glare affixed on Ace who was busy chatting away to their assistant.

“I don’t believe alcohol is the answer, Rogers. Believe me, the four ibuprofens I’ve taken agree.” Loki observes making his way over to your small group.

“How are you?” You hug him, he hugs back. Sighing deeply.

“I will be better.” He says, he takes off his sunglasses as he pulls away with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Don’t apologise again, please.” you request, he smiles still apologetic.

“Apologise for what?” Ace interrupts, grasping Loki’s arm with their own.

“For stealing me from date night for you know…” Bucky pushes himself away from the wall, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders.

“Ah, yes.” They smile up at Loki, he grins at them, “I really hope you didn't mind, Y/N.”

“Of course not, I know how complicated a family can be, and having people to trust is extremely important. I’m happy Loki didn’t have to be alone.”

Steve masks a snort with a cough at your thinly veiled jab. Loki shifts slightly, Steve yelps, “These are YSL!” He sneers making sure the shoes aren’t damaged.

“Don’t worry they're baptised now by Louboutins.” Loki winks at him.

“Case in point.” You add.

Ace only smiles.

Andy waves at you all to enter the courtroom.

The crowd diminishes, as the courtroom fills up.

“All rise for Judge Rambaue.”

Judge Maria Rambaue takes her place, and everyone settles. Matt stands, as does Andy. The defence lawyers comprising the familiar faces of Schmidt and his overworked paralegals eye them warily.

Alexander only glares towards them then his gaze finds yours, he raises a brow. Then your view is blocked as Bucky shifts forward. Glaring at Alexander. The gesture makes the older man laugh, bemused. He looks on ahead.

“Don’t let him get to you, Feather.” Bucky murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You nod, intertwining your hand with his, he strokes his thumb over your tattoo.

“Permission to approach the bench, Your Honour?” Matt’s voice rings across the room.

“Permission granted.” Judge Rambeau waits as the teams approach.

Andy speaks and Schmit’s face turns red, he begins firing his paralegal, who cowers back pushing up their spectacles.

“I’m going to ask you to be respectful inside and outside of my court, attorney.” The judge’s voice is loud enough, the journalists at the back begin scribbling across their notepads vigorously.

The attorneys return to their respective tables. Matt whispers something to Andy, the two share a conversation. The latter stands, buttoning up his blazer.

Andy takes a deep breath, “Your Honour we would request to call Mr. Peter Quill to the witness stand.”

“Granted.”

Peter Quill walks with a confident stride, giving a beaming grin to a very confused looking Alexander Pierce.

"I solemnly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth". Peter says, then faces the room.

“Mr. Quill, you were arrested a few weeks ago on account of possession of several narcotics seized from your home.” Andy questions.

“Yes, those charges have since been dropped as the evidence collected was planted and it was a thinly veiled warning.” Peter nods.

“I see, I would request the court to allow me to submit evidence from Mr. Quill in regards to this statement.” Andy returns with the marked evidence in hand.

The tape is played, Alexander’s voice warning Peter heard by everyone.

“Untrue!” Alexander yells.

“Order in the court, Mr. Pierce.” Judge Rambaue’s voice warns.

Andy shakes his head, “Analysis from Agents Lewis and Lang have revealed this is a non tampered with tape as well as the voice match software affirms it indeed is Mr. Pierce’s voice.”

“Objection!” Schmidt stands, “Mr. Pierce was in a recorded meeting on the date of this claim!”

“Mr. Schmidt!” The judge bellows.

“Your Honour this is a baseless argument!”

“Your Honour, we have records and geolocations found. Which confirms the call location and CCTV footage affirms Mr. Pierce was on a call at the same time.” Andy offers the evidence yet again.

Peter smiles at Alexander, “You made a grave mistake by coming after me.” he laughs, the smug expression doesn’t leave his features.

“I never called you. You were fooled. What would I do trying to one up an imbecile like you?” Alexander rolls his eyes.

The gavel resounds.

It's silent in the courtroom, Peter leaves the witness stand and Alexander is called upon to take the place.

“So you mean to say what? Someone imitates your voice during the call Mr. Quill received?” Matt questions.

��Yes.” Alexander replies.

“How are you speaking with such certainty? There have been several people here who have disproved most of your lies.” Matt gestures towards the crowd, “The jury have heard each lie be thwarted.”

“Several people have tried and failed to copy several aspects of my life.” Alexander sits back in the chair, one hand running through his hair.

“I understand and what about the call being placed from within the location you were at?” Matt drums his fingers along his guide cane, waiting for Alexander to speak.

“Someone knew I was at my chosen location and made the call. They were present for the sole purpose of incriminating me. I was on a video conference where you can confirm with the person on the opposite end.” He shrugs.

“You have a lot of enemies, is it Mr. Pierce?” Matt gives a sympathetic smile to Alexander.

“It comes with the line of work, son.”

“Who was on video call with you?” Matt turns his head towards the jury then back to the man.

Alexander sighs, “With my nephew, Brock Rumlow.” He flicks away a piece of lint, seemingly bored.

The lawyer purses his lips, waiting to formulate his next line of questions. Andy stares at Alexander for a moment. Then three taps on the desk. Matt tilts his head then straightens it.

“Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Murdock.” Alexander smiles as he smoothens his tie.

“Thank you Mr. Pierce. Now you mentioned that there was a video call with your nephew Mr. Brock Rumlow, correct?” Matt smiles.

“Yes.”

“What was the context of this meeting or agenda if you would be so kind to share?” Matt gestures towards the judge and jury.

“I am not at liberty to discuss since it is about the upcoming film he is directing.” Alexander’s lips press into a thin line.

“Alright and you affirm that you did not take nor make any other calls during the entirety of this meeting?” The lawyer raises a brow.

“Yes, I affirm.”

“If we were to acquire a recording of this meeting as mandated for all HYDRA, formerly known as SHIELD Productions online meetings, would this support your statement?” Matt smirks as Alexander visibly tenses, his eyes move to his lawyers.

“Objection, calls for speculation.” Schmidt covers.

Matt chuckles, “Alright, can you prove you took no calls Mr. Pierce?”

“Objection repetitive.”

“I haven’t received my answer.”

“Overruled.”

“Mr. Pierce? Since this rule is followed by all members and employees of your co-owned production house?”

“I am HYDRA.” Alexander grits out, palm slapping against the wood of the desk.

“Sentiments aside, can you prove you took no calls?” Matt keeps his cool.

“I built HYDRA to where it is.” Alexander presses.

“By sex-ually abusing young women and men?” Matt roars, calm demeanour fading away.

“Objection, leading.” Schmidt interrupts.

“I did no such thing, these people are placing baseless allegations for money!” Alexander bellows ignoring Schmidt.

“Mr. Pierce, the honourable court has received conclusive evidence that you did in fact assault the victims who have bravely come forth to share their harrowing ordeal.” Matt points out, “Many of whom have–,”

“Oh please, they received money from HYDRA to keep them more than compliant, silent and happy. This is all for more fame. Especially from that trio there.” Alexander sneers and points his fingers at you, Bucky and Steve.

Silence takes over the court.

Bucky places a protective arm around you.

Your hand finds his; fingers intertwined.

Steve keeps a blank expression.

Slowly it dawns over everyone what Alexander let slip.

Andy smiles pleased and it makes Alexander lose his composure.

Schmidt scrambles to stand up after an entire two minutes, “Objection h-hearsay.” He stutters.

Matt smiles, “Your honour, I have no further questions. I would request Mr. Barber to take over.” The two exchange places.

Andy smiles at the Judge and then Alexander, “Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Pierce.” Who only scowls at him.

“You may begin, Mr. Barber.” The Judge declares.

“In continuation of the question not answered earlier, Mr. Pierce, can you tell us why proof of your call is not submitted? It increases the likelihood of this one charge you may be found not guilty.”

“I am not at the liberty to share confidential information about ongoing HYDRA projects.” Alexander regains composure.

“I see, so a video conference with Brock Rumlow but you cannot share the discussed matter but you can affirm you did not take any calls.” Andy lists the affirmed matters.

“Yes.” Alexander answers.

Andy cheerily grins at the Judge, she raises a brow.

“Your honour we request the honourable Judge, Jury and court to allow Mr. Brock Rumlow be summoned to witness.” Andy continues to smile.

Schmidt snickers under his breath. Alexander’s shoulders relax further.

You watch as Andy’s smile doesn’t waiver and Matt does a fist pump as the Judge allows the request. Approving the paperwork Andy takes from Matt to handover.

A break for fifteen minutes is called, everyone scatters out yet again. Brock was in custody of the NYPD awaiting his own trial.

You’re following Andy and Matt into the conference room assigned to them. Bucky and Steve in tow. When chaos breaks in the hallways.

Bucky is pushed up against the wall, lapels of his blazer bunched in Alexander’s fists.

“Admit it.” He sneers, Bucky keeps his hands where everyone can see them, pressed against the wall.

“Alexander.” Bucky warns.

“Admit you fucking made that call. Only you can mimic me without a fault. You did this!” He spits out, fire burning in his eyes.

“Alexander, you need to stop making false accusations, that was a bit for the Emmy Awards. Years ago. I can’t even do a British accent, you know this.” Bucky explains, keeping his hands still in the air.

Your brows furrow when you notice Andy presses his lips into a thin line and Matt grip his guide cane harder. Steve avoids your gaze.

Your lips part as Bucky too, looks at you and then away back at Alexander.

The guards drag him away. Bucky smoothens his suit jacket.

“We’ll talk inside.” You know he speaks to you, “Privately for five minutes.”

Bucky grips the back of the chair, he allows you time to form your question.

“Did you mimic him?” You question, you knew he presented at the Emmys with Steve once but you never had gotten around to seeing the video.

“At the Emmys, yes, I had.” He recounts.

“Bucky.” your lips are dry as you run your tongue over them in contemplation.

“Feather, why would I?”

“You hated what Peter Quill did at the event…” You conclude.

“Yes, but I didn’t plant the LSD or Coke or whatever the hell they found.” Bucky defends, you press your fingers to your temples.

“I didn’t ask you about that.” Your eyes meet his azure.

“He’s on the same track as him, he had to be busted.” Bucky emphasises pressing his index finger against his palm.

“Do you have an alibi?” you close your eyes.

“I do. I was at an interview.”

“Then… How?”

“Recording played over.”

“You better not be hiding anything else from me.” You affix your glare on him. Then jog around the table to embrace him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Feather.” He wraps his arms around you, tucking you against him.

“I promised you I’d take care of you.” He murmurs.

“Not when you’re– well, felonies.” You complain.

“Hey when most of your book boyfriends are morally grey why not your actual boyfriend be too?” He teases.

“They do the doorframe lean, amongst other things.” You huff.

Soon enough you’re twirled, back pressed to the wall. Bucky smirks, his hand resting above taking most of his weight. As he leans in, blue eyes full of playfulness. Your skin heats at the proximity.

“This better?” His voice is doing that deep baritone thing, the one that makes the thoughts in your head mush.

“I–,” words don’t support you.

Bucky leans in further, lips brushing against yours, he cups your jaw.

Closing the meagre distance between your lips and his own.

In the brief recess after knowing what Bucky did for you. The team never got a chance to speak. The break was extended further into lunch to allow Brock to be brought in, you felt queasy.

You still didn't understand why Brock being there would help the case in favourable manners. He was the nephew of the man being charged. Of course he would only support the man.

Playing around with the wrapper of the sandwich is all that felt right. Bucky prompts you a few times to eat, as do Loki and Steve.

“I just don’t feel hungry…” You repeat.

“Okay how about this?” Bucky makes smaller sections of the sandwich effectively turning two pieces into four, “Eat two small ones, it will help with the queasiness.”

When you just look at him, he raises the piece to your lips.

“The airplane needs landing access.” He chuckles, full of hope that you will eat.

“You’re…” You can’t find the words he’s absolutely adorable. So you do part your lips letting him feed you the first piece and then the second piece.

Bucky turns for a moment when Sam walks up needing to discuss the shoot scheduled for later today.

He looks back at you while Sam speaks, raising the third piece, you eat it without protest.

The rewarding grin Bucky gives you further melts your heart. He turns yet again to answer Sam.

You eat the fourth piece on your own, the queasiness easing.

“Good girl.” He praises, placing a kiss on your temple. You smile up at him.

“It's like watching a sugar rush actually take place.” Steve grumbles.

Loki shakes his head bemused, “You’d do the same thing.”

The two share a glance at each then the other’s food. Both reach for one piece of the other’s food holding it up to their mouths.

“Here love, please eat.” Loki says dramatically.

“No, honey, how can I eat unless you eat?” Steve defends, pressing the morsel to Loki’s lips.

You look at the two of them, “You know, I never thought about this, but I think the new book might have the two of you inspiring characters.”

Bucky and you look at them then back at each other.

“I see how these two would fit.” Your boyfriend chuckles.

“What are you planning?” Loki narrows his eyes at you and Steve regards you warily.

“Oh nothing at all…” You trail off, then look to the side as Andy walks towards your group.

“We’ve got ten minutes before the session begins, Brock has arrived.” His gaze settles on you. Bucky tenses beside you as does Steve.

“What?” You ask, looking between them.

Andy sighs moving closer, “He may bring up the night of the assault.”

“And that is a problem because?” You ask, “It happened, it's the truth…”

“There isn’t doubt about that, Y/N. If he brings it up, you will be called to the stand again.” Steve explains softly.

“Oh…” You swallow, the way Schmidt had questioned you, the blatant disrespect, the horrible accusations, the jabs at your weight and your writing.

Previous Hearings:

‘And what about this? Your literature is so sexually charged, this conversation between your characters suggests women are dominating in nature during sexual situations.’ Schmidt places the highlighted passage before you.

‘Objection Relevance?’ Matt interrupts.

‘Yes, because sex should be consensual, safe, healthy and enjoyed by the individuals partaking, I don’t understand–,’ Your words are cut off.

‘You writing about these things promotes you were asking for it all by coming onto my client. If you couldn’t handle yourself with the substances you abused, a woman of your appearance had to resort to throwing herself on my client to achieve her–,’

‘Objection opinion.’ Matt roars.

‘You were at fault, you were under influence and you came onto my client.’ Schmidt accuses, ignoring Matt.

‘Objection Evidence!’

You cower back in your seat. Ears ringing, flashes of the evening playing. Breathing hard you search for Bucky. Your knuckles shoot pain at the harsh grip on your chair.

‘Ms. Y/L/N, your recollection of the night is obscured, how can you yourself believe what happened when all you have are flashes? The drugs you took alter memories, are you sure you weren’t with the people trying to bring my client’s name down?’ Schmidt stares down at you, dismissing you. Dismissing your experience, your eyes move to the jury.

‘Objection evidence! Evidence B351-85 is the entire audio recording of Mr. Pierce’s sex-ual assault on my client.’ Matt pauses hearing your laboured breathing, ‘Y/N?’

Black spots cloud your vision, ‘He did it, he said no one would believe me. Please, you have to believe me. I, I didn’t lead him on please. There were bottles and I was thirsty. The water had something in it, I, please.’

Bucky stands, Loki tugs on his arm. The Judge looks at them then back at you.

‘Sit down.’ Andy whispers to them.

Your vision ebbs in and out, you try to anchor yourself to Bucky to something. Alexander grins smugly, you close your eyes, hot tears brim over your cheeks.

‘Crocodile tears don’t win cases Ms. Y/L/N. Your erotic fiction is good only on paper.’ Schmidt smirks, ‘No further questions.’

“But Brock will corroborate, correct?” Bucky stares at Andy, the lawyer nods.

“Given who he shares a genetic composition with, I do not want to trust him.” He looks at Steve and Loki.

“If they call me to the stand again, I’ll tell the truth.” You nod, taking a steadying breath.

“If anything occurs, we’ll call Steve or Bucky again to the stand, okay?” Andy assures with an apologetic smile.

“We’re here to help okay?” Steve adds, “You call us as witnesses, we heard everything.”

Andy nods, “We better get inside.”

The courtroom is tense as Brock is led inside his hands still cuffed. Alexander rolls his eyes and shakes his head as his nephew takes the stand.

Andy stands, his opening statement done. Brock seems every bit laid back. As though lives won’t change based on his testimony. As if this means nothing.

“Yeah, Uncle was on a call in the middle of the meeting.” Brock says and a murmur breaks out.

“Order in the court!” Judge Rambaue bellows.

“Do you know who was it with, this conversation Mr. Pierce, your uncle partook in amidst the ongoing meeting?” Andy questions, raising a brow.

Brock inhales, “He muted when the call was made, archives will have a recording of the meeting and if not my meetings are backed up to my server. I am willing to provide access.”

“I see, thank you for your cooperation Mr. Rumlow. No further questions, your honour.” Andy returns to the table.

All eyes move to Schmidt’s table, whispering occurs. Alexander slams his hand on the table, sneering at his lawyers then Brock. Who only smirks at his uncle,

“I would also go on record to say that I have supportive evidence that the man sitting there, Alexander Pierce, has assaulted those three sitting there. I have proof of the blackmail done for the same. In fact it was delivered by their close friend Ace to my uncle in exchange for a three movie deal with the production house.”

“Objection, lack of foundation.” Schmit points at Brock.

“The foundation is every allegation of this case.” Andy counters.

“Mr. Rumlow, I hope you have evidence to support what you are stating.” The judge looks at him and Brock nods.

“I have someone who can corroborate everything, with proof.” Brock only gives his uncle a wicked grin when Alexander stands marching over to the witness stand.

The officers stop him, “You won’t fucking get away with this!” Alexander struggles against the guards.

“Order in my court! Mr. Pierce, I will not hesitate to charge you. This is your final warning.” Judge Rambaue points her gavel at him.

“I am paying the price of being by your side while you ruined my life by making me do your bidding. No more uncle.” Brock looks at Andy.

“Mr. Rumlow, you mentioned someone who can prove every allegation?” Andy enquiries, Matt stands as well, ready with the to call witness papers in hand.

You look up at Bucky, he shakes his head unknowing of who it could be either.

“Mr. Nick Fury.” Brock smiles, the doors open, all heads turn to the man entering.

Dressed in all black, Nicky Fury keeps his gaze at level with the judge.

“Objection….” Schmidt struggles with the reasoning.

“Your Honour, we request to call Nick Fury to the stand.” Matt hands over the papers.

Nick submits three folders and a harddisk, “I know this isn’t traditional your honour, but the board of SHIELD Productions–,”

“It’s HYDRA!” Alexander shouts, Nick turns, his eye narrowed at the man.

“Was HYDRA, as of the Extra Ordinary General Meeting held with the stakeholders and active managerial position holders, you Alexander Pierce, have been terminated effective immediately. All your shares have been forfeited and bought out. You no longer have anything to do with our production house.”

“You cannot– I will take you down with me!” Alexander warns.

“No Alexander, you’re getting what was coming to you. You abused your power and now it is time to pay up.” Nick taps the hard disk, “Your honour, this contains everything Alexander has done illegally. Our Production House is being cleaned out. All employees are willing to cooperate.” He heads to the opposite side’s witness stand.

Nick meets Bucky and Steve’s gazes, then yours, “I apologise to everyone I couldn’t protect before. It was a stupid ass decision to let Alexander lead, I shall be taking a more active role rather than just financially providing for the production house.

“The court will take four days to review the newly submitted evidence. The jury is asked to consider everything and take their time to decide. Mr. Pierce you are hereby ordered to be placed in custody for your contempt behaviour in my court without bail.” The gavel resounds.

Alexander Pierce is dragged away, the four of you remain seated.

“Where are you off to Ace?” Loki’s words stop them in their tracks.

“Loki, are you going to believe–,”

“Alexander, there is something going on between Steve and Y/N. However I believe they may explore a throuple situation with Bucky Barnes.” He recounts, cutting them off.

“Here are the pictures you asked for, if your team can switch Steve and Bucky’s angles you can push the story better.”

“You went through my email?” Ace accuses, “That is a violation of privacy-,”

Your snort cuts them off, “You’re the one to fucking talk! You’re the one who leaked everything, I trusted you so much and kept wondering, I kept thinking it was others and not you. Fuck, you should really get the damn awards had me fooled you were my friend. Hell, we all thought you were our friend. You didn’t even spare Loki’s feelings. Fuck you, Ace.”

They blink at you, mouth parted. Loki scoffs at their look of denial.

“It’s best we leave.” Andy advises gesturing to the one man recording the entire ordeal.

“Feel free to post that everywhere.” You tell the man who scurries out at being caught.

“I’ll pay him to post it all.” Loki keeps his glare affixed upon Ace.

Bucky’s palm rests on your lower back, guiding you out, “Home?”

“Home.” You affirm, he presses his lips to your temple.

Hayden brings the car around. Bucky and you settle in heading home.

Yelena calls then, you put it on speaker.

“Hey Lena, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey, Hey Bucky, I heard the highlights, how are you holding up?” You hear ice clinking against glass from her end.

“We’ll get there, I suppose.” Bucky shrugs, “Any news on HYDRA Publications?”

“All of HYDRA is being dissolved, mostly SHIELD is too, it’s going to turn into something new. However, all decisions taken by the companies an hour before the decision to dissolve remain final.” She explains then sighs, “We’re going through the semantics of everything, several of the roster of BW is involved.”

“Did, did we get what we wanted?” You ask, you’d independently publish, you just needed the contract gone.

“I’m just waiting for confirmation from legal counsel at Barber and Murdock.”

“Confirmation for what?”

“If you retain all rights as author even though they have dropped you from their roster, due to poor review performance.” Yelena chuckles, you look up at Bucky.

“Wait, she’s free?” He questions.

“Yes, she’s free. We’ll work on getting the ratings up but as of now, you are not bound by any publication house.” Yelena’s happiness is infectious.

You let out a relieved laugh, “Thank you.”

“I’ll get back to you, this whole thing has led to fires I need to put out.” She ends the call and Bucky envelopes you in a hug, pulling you across his lap.

“Bucky!” You grab onto his shoulders, he only laughs.

“I’m so very happy for you, Feather.” He cups your face with his vibranium palm.

“Soon you will be free from them too.” You kiss his palm.

Bucky smiles widely, pink lips leading to the dimple on his cheek and the crinkles by his eyes. Your thumbs stroke his cheekbones, your lips kiss his crinkles and dimple.

HEADLINES:

In What Seems To Be A Shocking And Very On Brand Author Y/N’s Infamous Plot Twists, She Has Been Dropped By HYDRA-SHIELD’s Publication House Due To Poor Reviews. Read On Ahead To Know More About The Contract That Caused This To Occur.

Brock Rumlow Sentenced To Two Years Of Jail Which Was Further Reduced For His Compliance With The Law, Community Service and A Private Facility Allowed.

Alexander Pierce’s Downfall Shocks Hollywood More Stars And Big Names Come Forward As The Man Is Sentenced To Two Life Sentences In Prison. Found Guilty On All Counts.

Nick Fury On How He Knew It Was Time To Do The Right Thing, “It Was Time To Stop Remaining A Passive On Paper Leader Of This Prestigious Organisation.”

Steve Rogers Posts Picture Of BTS From His Next Movie Ghosted, Teases About Familiar Faces As Cameos. We Wonder Who Could They Be? He Also Is Setting Up A Free Mental Health Clinic At His Local Rec Centre.

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Holding Hands As They Enter Their Apartment Complex. Watch Mini Video Filmed At Her Mother’s Healthcare Facility of The Small Family Laughing As They Eat Jello In The Cafeteria.

Bucky Barnes Shares Heartfelt Write Up About Compassion and Kindness Towards The Victims of Alexander Pierce. Organises Fund Raiser For The Victims and Their Families Or Next of Kin. Loki Laufeyson, Steve Rogers, and Brock Rumlow Pledge To Match Fundraiser’s Amount Each.

A.N.: soooooo i hope you guys enjoy this update! slowly getting back to it all and writing, hope you all are doing well!

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solreefs · 9 months

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not counting the graphic novel, there are 10 kotlc books (main 9 plus unlocked), so:

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They’re Jealous Of You

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Characters: Druig, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker

Warnings: Peter’s has a spoiler from No Way Home - but I hope you all have seen that by now 🥰

Request: “I can't see your new character list so tell me if you don't write about someone here, okay? 😁 Druig, Sam Wilson and Peter Parker being jealous of their girlfriends preference, please?” Anon

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Druig

Druig landed in front of her townhouse, knowing full well that she was at work and wouldn’t be home for hours. He knew where the spare key was, hidden in the flowerpot beside the porch swing.

He let himself in, taking a second to lean against the door and take in his surroundings. (Y/N) left the blinds open, warming the place with pretty sunlight. His eyes wandered from the cozy living room to the bookshelf of classics to the dining table bedecked with flowers to the kitchen that still smelled of coffee and buttered toast.

The tinkle of a bell preceded the soft steps of the housecat. Smoky gray and spying with bright blue eyes, the cat went right up to Druig and nudged his leg.

He finally smiled, complying to scratch him behind the ears, “Fancy a day together?”

And for hours Druig lived like those he spent millennia watching over. He feigned a human life.

He went to the bedroom to find the sweats and graphic t shirts that (Y/N) bought and kept for him. He went to the kitchen to make a sandwich, ensuring that the cat got a couple bites of turkey. He stood on the back porch, waving at the neighbors and deciding to water the plants with the hose.

He ended up snuggled on the couch with a thick blanket wrapped around him. The cat curled up in his lap and one of his favorite classics in hand.

He soaked up the feeling of being in a home and doing mundane human things. Because after so long he was ready to admit that he was jealous. He was jealous of his girlfriend and her simple life, void of powers and celestials and eternity.

Time seemed to go by quicker when he just lived the day. He was on the verge of a catnap when there was jangle of keys at the door and (Y/N) came walking in.

“Druig?” she called, “You left the door unlocked – scared me for a second.”

He waited for her to come into the living room as she kicked off her shoes and hung her coat. “I came to check the cat.”

She eyed the breadbasket and empty plate in the kitchen and the book resting on the ottoman – the bookmark was nearly halfway through the novel.

“Right,” she smirked, “Just popped in for a visit.”

He smiled, sweet and simple, “Come here, please.”

She obliged, crawling onto the couch and beneath the blanket he tucked around them. “You look sleepy.”

“I am,” he said gruffly, “It’s exhausting being human.”

“Is that what you’re doing here?” she asked curiously, snuggling into him.

He held her close, nudging her shoulder much like the cat that was trying to get comfortable between them.

“Shh…” he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck, “Just a couple more hours.”

Sam

“What the hell is that?” Sam said to himself, “What in the hell is that?”

He was pressed against the wide glass windows of the Avengers compound, hands cupped above his eyes to keep the sun from blocking his view.

Someone was up in the sky, suited with what looked like his falcon wings. They were doing spectacular aerials, moving the metallic wings as if they’d practiced the flight pattern before.

Anger was bubbling inside him, starting in his core and flooding out to his limbs. They pushed him to move. He darted down the hallway, not bothering with the elevator as he barged into the stairwell.

Who had the balls to steal his flight suit and practice in the backyard?

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he realized that the answer was his girlfriend.

His face was contorted with clear astonishment, watching (Y/N) pull risky moves in the air. She was maneuvering the suit so expertly that even Sam doubted he could match the skill.

He stood beneath her, hands on his hips and feeling that anger ebb away into something more subtle but all the more upsetting.

He was jealous of her skill. Embarrassed of the fact she probably kept it from him to spare his feelings.

It took a minute for her to notice him, but when she did, she cursed under her breath. She had been caught.

She humbly landed on the ground beside him.

Sam raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to get closer, “Damn, (Y/N).” He was trying to stifle the jealous pit in his stomach, “Why didn’t you tell me you were such a good flyer?”

“Well, I didn’t want to bug you with it,” She rested the red tinted glasses on her flyaway hair, “And knowing S.H.I.E.L.D. they would probably try to recruit me into some covert operation.”

“Or the Avengers,” Sam said, an edge to his voice.

She noticed, “Exactly. And you know I’m more of a homebase tech guy.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you couldn’t have told me.”

She shrugged, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s because you know you’re better than me, isn’t it.”

Her eyes flew wide, mouth floundering for a reply, “I… you… well…”

Sam gapped, “Oh my god, you really think you’re better with the suit!”

“I didn’t say that!” she finally gushed, “No, I don’t think that!” She was red-faced but realized what was fueling his outburst, “There’s no need to be jealous of how I fly.”

“I’m not,” Sam retorted, biting his tongue instead of being his usual chatty self.

She gave him a shy look, “There are plenty of things you can do in the suit that I can’t. I’ve been jealous of that before.”

He paused, extinguished by her words, “Really?”

“Maybe I’ve been practicing because I just want to be as good as you.”

He refrained from smiling, “I see what you’re doing.”

“Oh?”

“Thank you for trying to make me feel better.”

She sighed, relieved, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he went to kiss her, “My girlfriend is a badass.”

Peter

Outside the bathroom door he could hear the party raging on. Not the sophisticated college affair he was expecting among biomechanical engineers, but a borderline rave.

He thought this was the opportunity for him to meet (Y/N)’s friends and classmates – wanting to impress them and show that he could be an accepted part of their group.

What he hadn’t expected when entering the apartment was bass music making the floor buzz, UV lights hanging precariously from the ceiling, vibrant glowing paints decorating every surface, and a countertop displaying various punch bowls themed a different alcoholic concoction.

(Y/N) immediately threw her hands in the air, declaring her entrance with a rave worthy shout. Her friends and colleagues welcomed her, grabbing at her with neon colored hands and loose, drunken arms.

Peter was left in the doorway, wide eyed and looking like a pair of headlights were barreling towards him. He knew his girlfriend was more carefree for majoring as a biomechanical engineer – it was one of the things he loved about her – but it would’ve been nice to know that when she said, ‘a college party with her classmates’ she meant ‘a college party where you’re meant to bust an eardrum and forget the whole night to intoxicated bliss.’

He was shuffling out of the bathroom now, dodging a pair of giggling girls. He searched for (Y/N) in the crowd, letting his mind sink further into how disappointed he was. He really wanted to impress her tonight.

And now she was throwing her head around, waving her arms, and letting her friends press against her on the dance floor.

Peter felt that flicker of love trail up his chest at seeing her, but there was something else brewing in his stomach. (Y/N) was dancing to the anthem of the room, not a care in the world and leaning on her friends like they’d done it a thousand times. It was a loyalty that only came from a group of students that shared the struggles of class and then supported one another in safely detoxing over the weekend.

Peter didn’t have that.

How could he be carefree when he’d seen true villainy. How could he be loyal to friends when they’d all forgotten who he was.

He was jealous.

“Peter?”

He looked up to see (Y/N), speckled with paint and holding two drinks. He gave a weak smile.

“Are you okay?”

He shrugged. “Your friends love you.”

Her face dipped, flushed and now ashamed of allowing her friends to drag her away from her boyfriend.

“I probably should’ve warned you,” she said loudly over the music.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not wanting to hurt her feelings, “This just isn’t my scene.”

She nodded, putting the cups on the nearest table, “Well, I’ve said hi to everyone, now we can get out of here.”

Peter immediately fumbled, “No, no – I didn’t mean we had to leave. You should keep…”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him flush to her chest, head pressed against his so she could mumble something quietly in his ear.

“I want to spend the night with you. Just me and you. Let’s get some takeout and take a shower at your apartment.”

Pajamas and snacks and movies and cuddles. It was making Peter smile again, made him feel not so alone anymore, “I love you.”

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Official Keeper Art Contest

Round 1

Round 1.1 (Sep 6)

Fitz Vacker - Laura Hollingsworth

Sophie Foster - Laura Hollingsworth

Keefe Sencen - Laura Hollingsworth

Tam Song - Laura Hollingsworth

Linh Song - Laura Hollingsworth

Dex Dizznee - Laura Hollingsworth

Round 1.2 (Sep 7)

Biana Vacker Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Wylie Endal Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Dex Dizznee Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Tam Song Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Linh Song Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Keefe Sencen Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Round 1.3 (Sep 8)

Lady Vespera - Laura Hollingsworth

Lady Gisela - Laura Hollingsworth

Fitz Vacker Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Sophie Foster Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Wylie Endal - Laura Hollingsworth

Biana Vacker - Laura Hollingsworth

Round 1.4 (Sep 9)

Blue Iggy - Shannon Messenger

Spyball Iggy - Shannon Messenger

Pink Iggy - Shannon Messenger

Red Iggy - Shannon Messenger

Purple Iggy - Shannon Messenger

Green Iggy - Shannon Messenger

Round 1.5 (Sep 10)

Book 1 - Jason Chan

Exile - Jason Chan

Everblaze - Jason Chan

Neverseen - Jason Chan

Lodestar - Jason Chan

Nightfall - Jason Chan

Round 1.6 (Sep 11)

Flashback - Jason Chan

Legacy - Jason Chan

Unlocked - Jason Chan

Stellarlune - Jason Chan

The Map - Francesca Baeraald

Havenfield Group Photo - Laura Hollingsworth

Foxfire Group Photo - Ana Marija

Round 1.7 (Sep 12)

Councillors - Laura Hollingsworth

Vacker Family Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Ruewen Family Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Song Family Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Foster Family Photo - Laura Hollingsworth

The Collective - Laura Hollingsworth

Round 1.8 (Sep 13)

Book 1 Memory - Laura Hollingsworth

Exile Memory - Laura Hollingsworth

Everblaze Memory - Laura Hollingsworth

Neverseen Memory - Laura Hollingsworth

Lodestar Memory - Laura Hollingsworth

Nightfall Memory - Laura Hollingsworth

Round 1.9 (Sep 14)

Flashback Memory - Laura Hollingsworth

Legacy Memory - Laura Hollingsworth

Sandor and Grizel - Laura Hollingsworth

Ro and Bo - Laura Hollingsworth

Elwin and Livvy - Laura Hollingsworth

Flori - Laura Hollingsworth

Round 1.10 (Sep 15)

Boobries - Felia Hanakata

Dire Wolf Pin - Shannon Messenger

Dragon Foxfire Level - Shannon Messenger

Eckodons - Felia Hanakata

Flareadons - Felia Hanakata

Flareadon Foxfire Level - Shannon Messenger

Round 1.11 (Sep 16)

Gremlins - Felia Hanakata

Gremlin Foxfire Level - Shannon Messenger

Halcyon Foxfire Level - Shannon Messenger

Yeti Foxfire Level - Shannon Messenger

Unicorn Foxfire Level - Shannon Messenger

Sasquatch - Felia Hanakata

Round 1.12 (Sep 17)

Sabertooth Tiger Foxfire Level - Shannon Messenger

Kraken - Felia Hanakata

Mastodon Foxfire Level - Shannon Messenger

Black Swan Symbol - Shannon Messenger

Moonlark - Felia Hanakata

Murcat - Felia Hanakata

Round 1.13 (Sep 18)

Moonlark In Tree - Shannon Messenger

Sophie (and Ella) - Shannon Messenger

Wanderling Woods - Shannon Messenger

Exile Hardback Cover - Shannon Messenger

Everblaze Hardback Cover - Shannon Messenger

Neverseen Hardback Cover - Shannon Messenger

Round 1.14 (Sep 19)

Exile Interior Art - Shannon Messenger

Book 1 Interior Art - Shannon Messenger

Everblaze Interior Art - Shannon Messenger

Neverseen Interior Art - Shannon Messenger

Sophie and Fitz - Shannon Messenger

Exile Hardback Cover 2 - Shannon Messenger

Round 1.15 (Sep 20)

Eternalia - Shannon Messenger

Verminion - Shannon Messenger

Verdi - Shannon Messenger

Exile Interior Art p2 - Shannon Messenger

Marella Redek - Shannon Messenger

Foxfire Emblem - Shannon Messenger

Round 1.16 (Sep 21)

Maruca Chebota Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Stina Heks Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Jensi Babblos Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Graphic Novel Cover - Gabriella Chianello

Dex and Iggy - Laura Hollingsworth

Endal Family Portrait - Laura Hollingsworth

Round 1.17 (Sep 22)

Linh Week Art - Michael Mwangi

Linh Week Art p2 - Shannon Messenger

Sophie finds Silveny - Laura Hollingsworth

Dex and Sophie find Silveny - Laura Hollingsworth

Solinh Alicorn Scene - Laura Hollingsworth

Biana Vacker Foxfire- Ana Marija

Round 1.18 (Sep 23)

Wanderling - Felia Hanakata

Nubiti - Felia Hanakata

Tarina - Felia Hanakata

Neverseen Symbol - Shannon Messenger

Baby Alicorns - Felia Hanakata

Alicorn - Felia Hanakata

Round 1.19 (Sep 24)

Sophie Foster Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Fitz Vacker Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Biana Vacker Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Dex Dizznee Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Stina Heks Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Jensi Babblos Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Round 1.20 (Sep 25)

Marella Redek Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Keefe Sencen Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Wylie Endal Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Alvar Vacker Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Tam Song Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Linh Song Lineart - Courtney Godbey

Round 1.21 (Sep 26)

Stuffed Animals - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Foster Graphic Novel - Gabriella Chianello

Fitz Vacker Graphic Novel - Gabriella Chianello

Keefe Sencen Graphic Novel - Gabriella Chianello

Dex Dizznee Graphic Novel - Gabriella Chianello

Biana Vacker Graphic Novel - Gabriella Chianello

Round 1.22 (Sep 27)

Marella Redek Graphic Novel - Gabriella Chianello

Marella Redek Foxfire- Ana Marija

Fitz Vacker Foxfire- Ana Marija

Dex Dizznee Foxfire- Ana Marija

Jensi Babblos - Foxfire- Ana Marija

Keefe Sencen Foxfire- Ana Marija

Round 1.23 (Sep 28)

Stina Heks Foxfire- Ana Marija

Maruca Chebota Foxfire- Ana Marija

Tam Song Foxfire- Ana Marija

Linh Song Foxfire- Ana Marija

Sophie Foster Foxfire- Ana Marija

Wylie Endal Foxfire- Ana Marija

Round 1.24 (Sep 29)

Sophie in Atlantis - Felia Hanakata

Splotching Tournament - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Meets Keefe - Felia Hanakata

Sophie and Dex In Paris - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Enters The Lost Cities - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Meets Dex - Felia Hanakata

Round 1.25 (Sep 30)

Sophie Hugs The Ruewens - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Pisses Off Bronte - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Meets Verdi - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Cries :( - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Heals Iggy - Felia Hanakata

Round 1.26 (Oct 1)

Sophie Meets Biana - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Bottles Stars - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Meets Terik - Felia Hanakata

Sophie In Healing Center - Felia Hanakata

Sophie Vs Flareadon - Felia Hanakata

(note: I couldn't find a source with every piece of official art, so if you notice one missing, please lmk!)

#Besides the prattles pins i left out most of the doodles in unlocked #because there was already 138 pieces and i. really dont want to deal with more.#kotlc #official keeper art contest

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the-way-astray · 10 months

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if there are eleven books and they continue to make graphic novels for the entire series, and each book gets two graphic novels (with the exception of unlocked), then there will be twenty-three graphic novels.

those of you who don't want the series to end may just get your wish.

#kotlc #kotlc graphic novel #future graphic novel speculation #realistically speaking i don't think that would happen #it's just a lot of work and time #but think about it

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Emi in Japan (2024) - Day 4

(Link to Day 1 and link to Day 2/3).

Hey guys,

OH MY GOSH I HAD SO MUCH FUN MEETING MY FANDOM FRIEND IRL😍❤️❤️❤️

R was just as easy to talk to IRL as she is over discord! At first we had that moment of "oh my god you're real" weirdness but it melted away like ice cream on a hot summer's day as we explored Shimokitazawa, a boujee district known for its thrift stores and cafés.

First off, we went to Bear Pond Espresso, a super cozy and cute café. Here, I HAD MY FIRST CUP OF COFFEE. Yes, you read that right: the first of my life! Ya'll, I took one whiff of coffee when I was ten and promptly decided "nah not for me". But omg I've been missing out! I had the sweet ice milk latte and I looooved how it tasted. I fear I may have unlocked something new in me lol...

I asked the barista recommendations for lunch, so we followed their rec and ended up at a soba place! It was very yum. Afterwards, we went ✨shopping✨. I bought a cute cat tote bag and some cat earrings hehe.

We still had some time on our hands before I had to go home, so by my recommendation, we went to Jimbocho, the book district of Tokyo😍❤️

Truly, I recommend Jimbocho to any book lover, even if you can’t read Japanese! There’s a lot of secondhand places that sell vintage/classic Western books. I’ve found gorgeous editions here that I treasure to this day.

R and I entered a very stylish bookstore that sold a lot of children’s books. I myself bought the second book in the Kiki’s Delivery Service series (fun fact: it was a book series before it was a movie!).

Then we went to Nyankodo, a cat themed bookshop that is a MUST VISIT for any cat lover😍❤️!!! They only sell cat related goods, whether that be books, tote bags, water bottles, pins, postcards, etc. It’s, like, my personal heaven.

On my recommendation, R bought a graphic novel about an old lady and her cat that made me ugly cry when I read it lol, while I bought a badge and two books. One was a photography collection about an old lady and her cat (I’m seeing a theme here lol). The second was a beautifully illustrated picture book about a teeny tiny black kitty named Toto. I’m so excited to dig into these.

We were feeling pretty tired at this point, because boy, was it humid! So we stopped by a bookstore/café I'd been to before and had a rest. I ordered an ice cream and hot chocolate. Oh my god was the ice cream heavenly. Like. So so good. The hot chocolate too was very yum.

Here, my friend and I talked about what brought us together: Sylvgrid 🤣❤️! We talked about our WIPs, what we love about our ship, and inspired each other to get back into it! After our chat, I felt sooo motivated to get back to my Sylvgrid longfic, Ludus/Eros/Storge. So galeheart folks, if you don't see me around in bg3land, you know what's up…

After our café break, it was time to say our goodbyes. We went to the station together and rode our respective trains, but not before giving each other a big old hug, of course!

During the train ride back, I was soooo giddy, and when I got home, I told my grandpa all about my day! He was very happy for me hehe.

I hope I get to see R again before she leaves Japan...today was the bestest day EVER🥰❤️❤️❤️

Thanks for reading my journal. Tomorrow will be a quiet day, cause I have to study, ugh. But see you next time🤗❤️

With love,

Emi xoxo

P.S mutuals pls come to Japan I wanna hang out so bad

P.P.S pls look at my new favourite hat (yes ofc I bought it🤣❤️)

#emi journals #emi.txt

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guardian-angle22 · 1 year

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Nine ten books

thank you to @rmd-writes who tagged me (ages ago) in this... not sure you knew what you were going to unleash when you did that but here we are. 😅

I think the prompt for this is just list nine favorite books, but because I can't be normal about books and my taurus energy is strong today... I'm breaking up these book recs into categories, adding visuals, and also adding a tenth book to make it an even number. Cheers!

Books #1 & #2 (Nonfiction)

Ace by Angela Chen - Hello! Your friendly neighborhood asexual over here recommending that everybody read this book! It's such a good exploration of what it's like to navigate the world as an ace person and also the vast spectrum involved within asexuality.

Yoke by Jessamyn Stanley - Even if you've never done a single yoga pose in your life, I think you can gain something from this book. It's not a how-to yoga guide, but instead essays about her relationship to yoga, cultural appropriation within the community, fatness, colonization, capitalism, etc. It's fantastic and funny!

Books #3 & #4 (Excellent on Audio)

Six Stories by Matt Wesolowski - This fiction book (and the following books in the series) follows an investigative journalist who has a true crime podcast. The audiobook is full cast and it feels like you're following along to an actual podcast, but one you know you'll get a conclusion to. Highly recommend all of the books in this series on audio if you enjoy mystery/thrillers.

Where to Begin by Cleo Wade - The author narrates the audio version of this and her voice is like a balm to the soul. It feels a little bit like she’s a counselor guiding you through a thoughtful meditation. It’s short but it packs a punch.

Books #5 & #6 (Seasonally Appropriate)

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas - This is a YA book following a young trans boy, Yadiel, who wants to prove to his family that he's truly a brujo and attempts to summon the ghost of a murdered family member. Except he accidentally summons a classmate who has no idea how he died. Adventure and mystery ensues!

The Changeling by Victor Lavalle - I've always loved the folklore surrounding changelings, but Lavalle's writing just takes this to another level. This is set in NYC and he somehow managed to make the city feel like a character in itself. Super chilling, creepy read.

Books #7 & 8 (Graphic Novels)

I Hate Fairyland by Skottie Young - This is a 4 volume series about a little girl named Gertrude who is whisked away to Fairyland, where she's told she must go on a quest to find the key to unlock the door back to her world. Turns out she sucks at quests and 30 years pass and she still hasn't found the key. Now she's stuck in the body of a six year old and just murders everything she comes across. The contrast of bright, happy colors vs. the murderous, jaded Gertrude is hilarious and wonderful.

The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen - This is a standalone graphic novel following Tien, the son of Vietnamese immigrants, as he navigates how to come out to his parents. The art in this is wonderful and the use of color to define when we're in the past, the present, or a fairy tale was done so beautifully. A gorgeous read!

Books #9 & #10 (Books from Favorite Authors I Will Read Anything From)

A Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers - This book/series follows a tea monk who encounters a robot looking for the answer to the question, "what do people need?" It's cozy and comforting. I've read every Becky Chambers book published and will continue to do so. The way she weaves hope into everything she writes is phenomenal.

The Raven Boys by Maggie Steifvater - This series owns my soul. I don't even know how to pitch this other than it has a magical forest, a found family, the slowest of slow burn queer love, and Maggie Steifvater's atmospheric writing. Maggie is another author that I will read pretty much anything from (the werewolves weren't my cup of tea so I can't claim to have read all her books).

OPEN TAG to anyone who wants to list off some book recs/fave books. Tag me so I can get some new recs!! also no pressure tagging: @lemonlyman-dotcom @mikibwrites @alrightbuckaroo @reasonandfaithinharmony

#tag game #book recs #book recommendations #i cannot be normal about books dont ask that of me #guardian reads (sometimes)

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More “World of Darkness” Games!

Choice of Games, in partnership with World of Darkness and Paradox Interactive, today announced that they would produce ten more interactive novels set in the World of Darkness shared story universe through 2027.

Choice of Games’ interactive novels have received critical and popular acclaim, with Vampire: The Masquerade — Sins of the Sires standing as a finalist for the Game Writing Award in the annual Nebula awards this weekend. Choice of Games and World of Darkness congratulate Natalia Theodoridou on this achievement.

Choice of Games' next two upcoming titles in the World of Darkness, Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names and Hunter: The Reckoning — Beast of Glenkildove are now available to wishlist on Steam.

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Save the living earth with Rage and spirit! Awaken ancient mysteries, rebuild your fallen pack, and unleash your fearsome might to heal a shattered land.

Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names is an interactive novel set in the World of Darkness by Kyle Marquis, author of the 2020 smash hit Vampire: The Masquerade — Night Road. It's entirely text-based, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

Yet you have failed. Pollution chokes the cities and mad spirits rampage through the wild places. You swore to protect Gaia, but the werewolves turned on each other, slaughtered their allies, fell into despair or mad Rage.

You are one of the few who remember the oaths you swore to the living earth - which has made you an exile. But rather than surrender to despair, you have sworn to uncover the secrets of a defiled land and fight the Apocalypse. Stormcat, once the Spirit of a thriving community of werewolves, has called upon you to rebuild that shattered pack. In the savage woods and decaying cities of New England, you will forge your own legend.

Survive the Wilds. A desperate exile, shunned by those who have abandoned their oaths to Gaia, you'll have to survive by your wits. A winter night can kill as surely as any monster: find shelter, seek allies among spirits and humans, and learn how far you'll go to survive.

Unleash Your Rage. You are one of Gaia's monsters, a living weapon, herald of vengeance and death. Now the Apocalypse is here: wield your Rage with savage cunning and keen discretion, or it will swallow you whole.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; befriend or romance werewolves and humans of all genders.

Shapeshift among five forms to slaughter your enemies, or outwit them to take what you need.

Choose your auspice (moon-sign) and your werewolf tribe to learn what sort of monster you are.

Claim your territory and heal the spirits there to unlock Gifts that let you summon animals, control the elements, or enter the spirit world.

Face mutated monsters and corrupt spirits in the dark woods and decaying factory towns of rural New England.

About Kyle Marquis

This is Kyle Marquis's eighth game with Choice of Games; his previous titles include the dieselpunk flying-ace game Empyrean, the time-traveling alternate-history Byzantine mystery Silverworld, and the apotheosis-seeking magical adventure Tower Behind the Moon.

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Full moon. Cold night. Dark shadow. Warm gun. The Beast of Glenkildove has stalked Ireland for centuries. Now, you must hunt it.

Hunter: The Reckoning — The Beast of Glenkildove is an interactive novel by William Brown, set in the World of Darkness shared story universe. It's entirely text-based, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination

Eight years ago, when you were eighteen, the Beast of Glenkildove killed one of your closest friends. You've never returned to Ireland since that day.

It's difficult to remember what happened. As you'll soon learn, the human mind blots out the traumatic memories of facing a werewolf.

Now, you must stalk that werewolf across the shadowed glens and fogbound mountains of Ireland, hunting a shapeshifting killing machine with your friends, your wits, and a shotgun.

But you and your friends are not alone. You have entered a world of Hunters, humans who dare to challenge the dominion of the monsters who rule over them. Can you trust the fanatics of the Society of Leopold, the scholars and savants of the Arcanum, the ruthless Duffy crime family, or the enigmatic biotech company Fada?

Can you even trust your oldest friends?

Redemption for some. Retribution for others. A reckoning for all.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; befriend or romance humans and supernaturals of any gender

Kill, study, capture, document or negotiate with the creatures you hunt

Craft your own traps, gear, and weapons to take the Hunt to the enemy

Find camaraderie and romance with the only people in the world that you can trust to fight alongside you

Adopt and train your own wolfhound to assist you in the Hunt

Build and maintain your own safehouse at the Wolf’s Head Inn in the Wicklow Mountains

Become the thing that even nightmares fear.

About William Brown

William Brown was born in Ireland. He is the author of two previous Choice of Games titles: The Mysteries of Baroque, a Gothic horror story, and Cliffhanger: Challenger of Tomorrow, a pulp adventure yarn. He studied theology and Biblical studies at Trinity College Dublin, did a Master’s at Oxford University, and a PhD at Edinburgh University. He now teaches at a college in London.

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About Choice of Games

Choice of Games LLC is dedicated to producing high-quality, text-based, multiple-choice games. Since 2009 they have produced over one hundred titles in-house, including Choice of the Dragon and Choice of Robots. Six of their recent titles have been nominated for the Nebula Award for Game Writing. They have also developed a simple scripting language for writing text-based games, ChoiceScript, which they make available to others for use in their projects, and they host games produced by other designers using ChoiceScript on their website. All of their games are available on the web at choiceofgames.com and on Steam. They also produce mobile versions of their games that can be played on iPhones, Android phones, and other smartphones.

About Paradox Interactive

The Paradox Interactive group includes development, publishing, and licensing of games and brands, consisting of a portfolio of more than 100 titles created both internally and by independent studios. Paradox owns an array of award-winning and top-selling brands including Cities: Skylines, Stellaris, Crusader Kings, Age of Wonders, and many more games available on PC and console platforms. Paradox is the owner of the World of Darkness IPs and is publishing Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines 2 on PC and consoles soon.

From the company’s start in 2004, Paradox has published its games worldwide, with top markets including the USA, UK, China, Germany, France, and Russia. Today, over four million gamers play a Paradox game each month with a global community reaching over ten million registered Paradox users. Paradox Interactive AB (publ)’s shares are listed on Nasdaq Stockholm First North Premier under ticker PDX. FNCA Sweden AB is the company’s Certified Adviser. For more information, please visit www.paradoxinteractive.com.

#vamily #worldofdarkness #vampire the masquerade #choice of games #choiceofgames #werewolftheapocalypse #hunterthereckoning

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