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gretavanlace · 2 years

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Purple Haze

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, use of marijuana, language, dirty talk, praise, degradation, sliiiiight dom/sub if you squint and turn your head just right. Idk, you guys know me by now

This goes out to my anon who asked for smoked up, lazy, dirty sex with josh, about a million years ago. I’ve lost your ask, but I hope you know I loved and appreciated your request, and I apologize for the long, long wait.

“Stop staring at me.” you run the tip of your tongue along the blunt you’ve just completed, purposely avoiding Josh’s gaze.

He sits at the opposite end of the couch, eyes boring a heated hole through you. “Can’t help it.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him curl his legs, twisting them beneath him, rendering himself even tinier than usual. “You look sexy when you roll.”

You hand him the blunt and a lighter - the green hit is his favorite. “You only think that because you can’t roll for shit.”

“Never needed to, Jake was always around to do it for me, and now I have a pretty girl to do my bidding.” He sounds pleased with himself, so naturally, you feel like knocking him down a peg.

“And you’re just okay with being a pillow princess? Happy to sit back while I do all the work?”

“Delighted.” he winks around a long, lazy hit. “This one’s a little too tight, though. You losing your touch?”

The perverted old man quip comes to you so quickly you consider getting up to check the mail for your honorary penis. “Thought you liked tight, Josh?”

“Oh my god,” he groans, passing to you after hitting it twice like a mannerless savage. “That was bad, babe. Like, Samuel level bad. We gotta work on your material.”

You smoke and pass back and forth in comfortable silence for a while until, as usual, he feels the need to fill it. “Wanna walk down to the store for weird snacks? I’ll hold your hand and pretend I like you.”

This is a favorite little game of his. Find a store and search out the strangest snacks you can find. The first time you’d played with him, he’d given you the most disappointed look you’ve ever seen grace his beautiful features when, with a smirk, you’d presented him with a cylinder of Pumpkin Pie Spice Pringles. “I said weird, love,” he’d frowned, tucking them onto a random shelf behind you. “Not disgusting.”

“No,” you sigh, crawling across the couch cushions until you can curl up like a cat with your head in his lap. “I don’t feel like going anywhere.”

“Okay,” he runs his thumb over your mouth. “Bad lip reading?”

Another of his favorites…throw on an old movie or cheesy sitcom, mute the volume, and make up your own dialogue. He is the reigning champion…mainly because his thoughts are completely unhinged at all times anyway.

You shake your head in his lap, just to feel the soft weight of his cock nudge against your temple. “You always win.”

“Sore loser, are we?” He teases softly, lifting his hips closer to you subtly.

“I’m high.” Your voice is slow and lazy…a fuzzy breath undulating along just like the haze of smoke that plays above your heads.

“Wasn’t that kind of the point?” His voice sounds just as faraway. Bluesy and thick.

Turning your face inward, you shamelessly nuzzle against his dick again through his sweats. Dragging your tongue along the length of it before bestowing a gentle bite into the girth of it. He sucks in a hiss of an inhale through those perfect teeth of his and then releases it shakily. “Watch it, baby.”

“I think you liked it.” You challenge, just before lightly biting once more. He’s harder now, and the moan you draw from his chest makes your thighs both press together and ache to spread apart.

“You want that?” His tone is guiding you down a familiar path…he’s switched on now, and you are positively alight with excitement.

“Yes.” You nod up at him with your sweetest fuck me eyes.

“Where? You want this pretty mouth all nice and full?” His thumb tugs at your bottom lip, “Or would you like to be nice and full somewhere else?

“I wanna sit on your lap.” the words drift out of you with a wandering curl of a smoky exhale as you pass the blunt back to him.

He takes it, fills his lungs and then rasps around the hit he’s still holding in. “On my lap or on my cock?”

Leaning forward, he brings his mouth to yours and gently breathes the smoke into your mouth. You accept the shared hit with lust and longing pulsing through your body hard and fast.

“So romantic, Joshua.” You tease, unable to summon much of a bullying tone…you almost sound serious, and maybe you are. No one else gets to sit on his cock, who’s to say what romance is? Shouldn’t it be in the eye of the beholder? Like beauty? Surely the universe holds millions of unique instances of love that…

Oh no, when you start thinking like Josh, you know you’re cashed. To that end, when he moves to pass to you, you shake your head and fumble up to straddle him while he leans over the arm of the couch to stub it out in a tiny clay ashtray he crafted in art class his freshman year of high school.

“Told the teacher it was a jewelry dish for my sister’s birthday so it wouldn’t be confiscated.” He likes to remind you proudly. As if his teacher actually bought his bullshit.

“Hi, cookie.” He smiles, red eyes heavy and slow as they drink you in.

“Cookie?” You laugh, rocking slowly down against him…the warmth of his cock leading you toward drowsiness, like slipping into a bath filled with fragrant, iridescent, bubbles.

“Yeah, you look good. Tempting. Plus, you taste very sweet.” He shrugs, “Also, I’m high as hell and thinking about food. We should’ve done the grocery store thing.”

“Okay,” your hips are rolling with rhythm now, his fingers gripping deliciously into your sides. “Well, it makes me feel like I’m a cocker spaniel, so quit it.”

A full-chested laugh rolls out of him as his head falls to rest against the back of the couch. “You’re cute, you know that?”

“Cute?” Your palms slide up his shirt, thumbs circling over his nipples as he hums and gasps his appreciation.

“So cute,” he pulls you down onto his lap harder, grinding up into you until the tip of his still hidden cock is sweeping over your clit. “And I’m high and hungry. What should I call you? Salt and vinegar chips? My crunchy taco supreme? Questionable leftovers? Chicken flavored ramen?”

How are you laughing this hard while simultaneously soaking through your panties?

“Mmm,” you moan, as though swooning. “Questionable leftovers, please. Fuckin’ hot.”

He quiets your giggles by wrapping one palm around your throat, the other clasping the nape of your neck, owning you as he pulls you in, nose to nose.

“But you’re my favorite thing to eat, aren’t you? So what if I just called you my pretty little cunt, like that’s all you are to me?”

The air in your lungs tumbles free on a stuttering, hitching, embarrassing, sound of lust, and the look in his eyes tells you it hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Oh…you liked that, didn’t you?”

“Josh, please…” you whimper, yanking at the waistline of his sweats.

“Needy girl.” He teases, breathing into your mouth, “On your feet.”

“No.” You protest with the smallest of pouts. “Right here.”

“Just need to get these off you, love.” He cradles your cheek and snaps at your pj bottoms. “Up.”

You feel the gentle heat of a blush rising to your cheeks. You really are gone. Cross-faded on the THC floating through your system, and him. Mostly him. “Love?” You laugh quietly as you stumble up. “What happened to Questionable Leftovers?”

His gaze lifts to yours, dark and full of lust, yet still swimming in the bliss of the blunt. “Don’t you mean, ‘What happened to my pretty little cunt’? Because, I think you liked that one better.”

Without another word, eyes locked on yours, he rids you of your pj’s and panties, himself of his sweats and then manhandles you back down against him, while you clutch your bottom lip between your teeth.

Rather than bother with your tank top, he simply yanks the neck of it down, stretching it out until your tits pop free. He nestles his face between them and murmurs against your skin; sweet nothings and filthy promises as he licks and sucks at your nipples until you’re shivering and panting, tugging at his curls, hungry for more.

“Josh, please…” the words tremble out shakily and he nibbles on the tip of your breast in response.

“Begging already?” He smiles fondly, the fine hairs of his mustache bringing chills with the movement. “Such a sweet girl. Who’s my sweet girl, hmm? Tell me.”

“Me. I’m your sweet girl.” you arch your back, sending your nipple further into his mouth, but he pulls away.

He reaches down and drags his thumb over the glistening shine you’ve glazed his cock with, then brings it to your lips. He watches on while you lick it away, savoring yourself on your tongue. “Yeah, taste…such a sweet girl, aren’t you?”

You nod and fight to keep your eyes from rolling back in your head.

“You’re dripping all over me.” He points out with that luscious rasp quieting his tone. His fingers guide your hips a bit faster. “Making such a mess of my cock with your slutty, wet, pussy…”

“Fuck,” the curse escapes you unexpectedly, interrupting him.

“Yeah?” He teases. “See? You know what you like, don’t you, baby? You’re a sweet girl for me until I start whispering filthy things.”

“Then what am I?” You yank and tug on his shirt with a lazy fever, both enjoying and hating the game all at once.

His palm cracks against the outside of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft, thick of it. “Then you're my pretty, pretty cock drunk whore. Look at you, begging for it with your whole body, all slow and gentle because you’re in the clouds and sleepy stoned. I love it.”

“Stop teasing,” you plead, sugary as cotton candy. “I want it.”

“And you’ll have it. You know I can’t deny you for long, love, but right now this just feels too fucking good.” He angles his hips to nestle the silky tip of his cock against your clit. “Beautiful cunt all slick and hot against me. Keep going. Just a little longer.”

“No.” You shock him statue-still when, in a flash of movement that should be too swift for your inebriated state - you lift your hips, wrap your fingers around the thick base of him, and slip him inside.

His arms are wrapped around you in a blazingly fast blink of an eye. “Sit still.” He orders, voice firm and unwavering…it sends a spark of electricity popping up your spine. “Naughty girl too high to know what’s good for her?”

Your eyebrow hooks defiantly, “Maybe.”

Without bothering to reply, he licks his thumb absently and drops it down to your clit. “Oh,” he grins. “This darling little clit is just hard as a rock. No wonder you’re being so pushy…you must want it bad.”

“You think my clit is darling?” You're trying to taunt him, challenging for the upper hand.

“Of course I do.” He begins circling over it with tight, silken, curls of his thumb. “So darling. So precious and pink, soft and delicate…and the things I can do to you just by babying her around a bit.” He hums, as if remembering. “Fucking perfect. Fucking darling.”

“Standing by your statement,” You gasp, trying your hardest to fuck yourself on his cock while he holds you still and sure. “Good man.”

You grow louder, nearing your end, tip-toeing along that familiar razor-sharp edge, silently praying that the way you can feel yourself clenching around his cock will coerce him into finally fucking it up into you.

And yet, he doesn’t…and it forces your hand.

“Fuck me,” you finally give in and beg. “Please baby, just fuck me.”

“Earn it.” He whispers, watching your face intently as his hand plays you like a song. “Be a good girl and fucking earn it.”

“I don’t want to earn it.” You whine, catering to his need to baby you. “I want you to just give it to me. Spoil me.”

“You’re a worthy opponent, love…” he croons softly, sounding proud. “I almost gave in. Almost. Now, come on, little girl, give it up. I can feel you right there, you’re squeezed so tight around me.”

Your head falls against his shoulder, thrashing back and forth but he’s having none of it. “Huh-uh, baby. Want you to watch me make you cum.”

Wrenching yourself back up, you train your blurry gaze on his face, and, with a whispered, “C’mon, sweetheart, right on my cock with that gorgeous little cunt…” he shoves you into the abyss.

Darkness seeps into the peripherals of your vision as you try to stay focused on his ethereal face, and the pained expression painted across it. In the end, it becomes too much, and your head lolls back with a blissful cry.

Rather than scold you for not honoring his request to keep your eyes on him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and groans out praises and obscenities. Most of which you can’t understand through the lavender fog he has unleashed in your brain.

When, at last, the smoke clears, you find his eyes. It's as though he’s been waiting a thousand years for you for as much desperation as you find in his stare.

“Ride me,” he orders, sounding as shaky and needy as you must have just a few short moments ago. “Right now…fucking ride me, please baby, oh my god - fuck, please.”

You could tease him. You could metaphorically push him around a bit about how the tables have turned. But in reality, the tables haven’t turned at all - you want him just as badly. You want to ride him until nothing else exists in the world.

When you begin rolling your hips, sending his cock slipping in and out of your warmth with a divine, slick, drag, he doubles over away from the back of the couch and into your arms. “That’s it, sweetheart…fuck me.”

“Yeah?” You hum, raking your fingernails softly over his scalp just to feel him shudder with chills.

“Yeah. Doing so fucking good for me, baby…gonna make me cum.”

Pushing him back, you lean away, trying to find that elusive angle that will send him rutting against that perfect spot inside you, but instead, you stumble upon something that’s perfect for him.

“Right there…” he gasps, clawing his dull nails into your hips. “Oh fuck, fuck…right there. Don’t stop…right there…there there there…”

“Cum for me,” you coax, fucking him harder now as he loses it completely beneath you. Writhing and thrashing and clutching at you desperately. “Come on, baby…right inside. I want it so bad.”

With a loud, feral growl that could shake the rafters, he spills into you. His body twisting and bucking into yours, violently grasping for purchase to keep him grounded.

It takes an astonishingly long time for him to calm down, but you just pet him patiently, babying him softly, loving on him and whispering sweet things.

Normally, he would complain that you’ve only gotten off once, no matter how much you insisted you were fine. He’s almost never satisfied with once. Twice is barely sufficient in his book, but he’s too far gone. He came too hard to care, and you feel positively smug about it.

When, after a leisurely bask in the afterglow, you move to climb off his lap, he whines in protest. “Stay.”

“You know, you get very subby after you get off.” You poke gentle fun and lift away from him despite his complaints.

“I do not!” He huffs. His hand darts out to swat your ass, but he misses by a mile and slumps back against the couch rather than worrying about trying again.

“Yes, you do.” You correct, flashing him a little smile. “Now you just wait here while I run to the bathroom. I’ll be back to clean you up, and then I’m going to make sandwiches.”

“Oh great, mysterious universe,” he extends a fluid, waving hand toward the ceiling as you slip out of the room. “Full of wonder and truth, secrets and curiosities…what have I done to deserve this woman? Giver of orgasms, Bringer of sandwiches...I am unworthy.”

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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okay wait same thing except reader gets smashed by samuel’s chest until their glasses fog up

Samuel Seo x Reader: Broken Glasses x2

"Damn, you broke them."

You dangle the pieces of your glasses obnoxiously in front of Samuel's face, each hand holding a half after it snapped clean into two.

Without his own specs, Samuel squints and takes a moment to make out the fuzzy outline before smirking, "That's what you get for aggressively motorboating me."

You cross your arms in a grump. Great. Now you're going to be positively blind until you get a replacement.

"Don't be like that," Samuel placates, trying to squeeze you at the waist but missing with his own shoddy eyesight -

"You literally just broke mine too when you sat on my face."

#cackling #youre both blind as bats in this #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism fic #samuel seo x reader #samuel seo #seo seongeun x reader #seo seongeun #wannaeatramyeon

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keep-the-wolves-close · 2 months

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Steady Heart

Chapter 30: The Warning

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language

* Word count: 4,965ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: Oh shit y’all, things are getting serious. It really feels like we’re seeing Stella unfold a little bit and step into a new role. At least I feel like she’s grown quite a bit! I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella woke up to the sound of quiet movements in the bunkhouse. She turned over from facing the wall to see who moseyed about. She glanced at her phone to see that it was about 5:30. She reached over and snatched her glasses off the little table she had next to her bunk. The lights were off, except for the little one over top of the sink. She could see from the silhouette that it was Kayce.

She took a few moments to really observe him. He came across lighter, but still weighed down. It would take time for everything to ease. It was heavy, and definitely couldn't be painless to carry. Stella wished with every fiber of her being that she could take that away from Kayce. It hurt her to see him more withdrawn than usual. Even with everything that had happened between them. Silently she got up and padded her way over to the kitchen. She would pretend everything was normal, even if it was just in this moment.

“Mornin’, cowboy.” She murmured. She came up behind him and placed her hand in between his shoulders and rubbed softly. He turned to look at her, both stuck in their sleepy daze. She wished they could get past the avoidance stage and stay in this fuzzy warm feeling. She peered up at him with sleepy doe eyes and asked softly. “Make me a cup of coffee, please?” It was her offer of putting things aside for the time being. She leaned her head against his shoulder for a second before she wandered off. She didn’t want to be awake yet, especially after yesterday’s shenanigans.

He acknowledged her and got started on the coffee. Stella walked off and went to the bathroom. She wanted to grab a quick shower and brush her teeth before all the other men decided to take over the communal space.

Kayce kept track of her movement as she weaved her way through the house to the bathroom. There was an easy smile on his face the longer he looked at her. There was just something comforting about the exchange. Almost like someone was saying everything was going to be okay. Lloyd cleared his throat as he stepped into the spot Stella had been and gave Kayce a sharp look of warning. He had watched the entire interaction. He fixed his gaze back on the coffee, as Lloyd walked over to grab a mug.

“The man who wins her heart will be one lucky son of a bitch.” Lloyd prompted.

Kayce looked over at him and chuckled. “Yeah, he sure will, Lloyd. He sure will.” He peeked out the window to watch the sun slowly lighting up the ranch. His eyebrows furrowed at the thought of someone else gaining her affection and how it made him feel. It was like that one time Charlie Samuels had asked her out. Charlie and Kayce were seniors and she was a sophomore.

“He what?!” Kayce jumped up off the couch in his dad’s living room.

“Yeah, he asked me out! Can you believe it? Someone actually asked me out!” Stella practically jumped up and down with excitement.

Kayce paced back and forth. He tried to think of some way he could stop this from happening. “No no no. You are not going out with Charlie Samuels, Stella. Never in a million years!”

“What? Why?” Stella watched him pace.

“Because he’s not a good guy. I can promise you that.”

Stella hopped up. “Oh come on! You’ve said that about every dude who’s barely breathed in my direction Kayce!”

“If I find out you do go out with him?”

“What? What are you gonna do?”

Kayce stormed off to formulate a plan. Charlie was notorious for the notches in his bed post that he loved and left. Kayce wasn’t about to let Stella become one of them.

Jake hollered from behind him and startled him back to the present. “Hey everyone, Kayce’s makin’ coffee! Time to get up!”

Stella’s yell was muffled from the bathroom, “that first mug is mine! I already called dibs!” She raced out to the kitchen just as Kayce pulled the mug away from the commotion. He safely handed it to her and she smiled at him in thanks. He watched as she wandered away to go back to the bathroom. Everyone tried to get some of the dark liquid energy before they had to wait for another pot.

Kayce wandered outside to head to the barn. He spotted his dad in the aisle getting his horse Red ready. “What’s goin’ on? Is there a problem?”

John sighed at the silence being broken. “Are there problems?” He chuckled. “Everywhere I turn, son.”

“So where are you headed?”

“You know the only time I’m solely focused on the present, is on this horse. Just need a long ride to remind myself of what we’re fightin’ for.”

“Want some company?”

“Well, you have a few problems that need fixing first, I’m afraid.”

“Well ain’t that the thing about problems, dad? No matter how long you’re gone, they’ll be right here when you get back.”

“Grab a horse.”

“Okay, but Monica is dropping Tate off here later to spend some time with us. So I gotta be back for that.”

“You’ll be back. I’ll wait for you out here.”

“You don’t gotta wait on me. I’ll catch up.”

“You think, do ya?”

“Just tell me what direction you’re headed.”

John laughed and rubbed his nose slyly showing his youngest where he was going and walked off. Kayce laughed and knew he’d find his dad easily.

Kayce made his way back to the bunkhouse from the barn with Tank ready to go. Stella walked out the door. “Oh hey.” She took in Tank being ready. “Whatcha doin’?”

“I’m gonna go ride with my dad for a bit.”

Stella smiled at that. It had been a long time since she’d heard him actively trying to bond with his dad. “That’s good, Kace.”

“Before I left, I was actually hoping to run into you.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Oh really? What for?” Still on the outs, she would never have expected to be sought out.

“Yeah, Monica is dropping off Tate in a little while, and I’m gonna try to be back in time, but if I’m not I just need someone to sit with him until I get back.”

Stella crossed her arms and her feet at the ankles. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

“I can have Rip look after him,” Kayce suggested.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t have anything to do today.” She gave him a small smile. “You go have fun.”

“Thank you, Stell.” Kayce climbed up into his saddle

The father and son galloped along the pastures. They were transported back to a simpler time. Back to when they didn’t have as many worries as they did now. Kayce was a kid and free to run wild. John was only concerned about what pasture he was moving the herd to this week.

They came to a stop in front of one of the many fences the property had. They slowly dismounted and went to lean and gaze out over the pasture in front of them. John looked around and chuckled.

Kayce joked, “come here often?”

“Every chance I get.” John sobered at the thought of his wife. “It’s been 20 years,” he frowned, “no. 21. 21 years and it feels like yesterday. I still feel her, smell her. Been half a man without her. It's not an excuse. I was just a better father when she was with me. I hope you never know what that feels like, son.”

“I already know what that feels like.”

“How did getting Stella’s stuff go? Were you followed?”

Kayce sighed and looked down. “It went fine, but we were followed by a silver sedan. She also thought someone had been in her house.”

“You don’t think there was?”

“If she says there was, I believe her. Out of all of us, she’s probably the most scary observant.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.” John smirked at him amused. If there was anyone he knew would notice the little things, it was his son or his best friend. He looked at Kayce, who appeared to be holding something back. “There’s more, isn’t there?”

Kayce felt the note in his pocket. The thought of what it said made his stomach turn. “I found this on her porch.” He held out the note for his dad.

John reached out to take the note. “Sweetheart, you weren’t home when we stopped by. Shame we missed you. You and your employer will remember exactly who the fuck I am by the time we’re done, Miss Daniels.” He read out loud.

Kayce cleared his throat. “Now that she’s told us about Malcolm stopping by and pissing him off, I’m almost certain it was him. Or his brother.”

“Well she’s safe here. So we’ll get this fixed. Soon.”

Through the kitchen window of the bunkhouse, Stella spotted Monica’s Nissan pull up. The woman and her son climbed out of the car. Stella took a deep breath to prepare for seeing Monica since everything happened.

Cautiously, Stella exited the house and made her way closer to Kayce’s wife. “Hey Monica,” Stella greeted.

The dark haired woman whipped her head to look at who called out to her. Monica hadn’t been ready for this. She sighed. “Tate, why don’t you go find Rip?”

“Okay!” The little boy ran off.

“Hey Stella.”

“How are you?” Stella asked timidly.

“Fine. Day by day. Where’s Kayce?”

“He went out riding with his dad earlier. He asked me to watch after Tate until he got back if he wasn’t back on time.” Stella put her hands in her back pockets. “Is that okay? If not, I’m sure Rip will do just fine.”

“It’s fine.” Monica watched Stella’s shoulders drop back in shock. “Just as long as you understand I’m always going to be around because of our son.”

“I wouldn't expect any less.” Stella frowned. “Wait, what’re you getting at?”

“I’m sure you and Kayce are moving on together.” Monica assumed.

Stella scoffed. “Actually quite the opposite. The last few days have been the most I’ve talked to him at one time in a few weeks. But regardless I understand your point, and again I wouldn’t expect any less.”

“Do you know about when they’ll be back?”

Stella shrugged. “Not really. He didn’t say and I didn’t ask.”

“Okay well let Kayce know I’ll talk to him about pick up and everything later on then. Please?”

“Of course.”

“And keep my boy safe.”

“If he’s in my presence? Always.”

Monica smiled sorrowfully at her. “Text me or call if you guys need anything.” She went to find her son to give him a hug. Stella turned on her heel to go inside and grab some water bottles. It would give Monica time to leave and herself time to calm her nerves.

She walked back from the bunkhouse with water for Tate, Rip and herself. When she came up behind them, she watched Rip gently explain colt breaking to Kayce’s son. A gentle smile appeared on her face. It was sweet to see the other side of Rip that most people never saw. “You tryin’ to teach him how to put me out of a job?”

Rip chuckled and answered Tate’s question first. “Well, I want to get all the shit out of his system, so I can get on him.” He glanced at Stella with a smile. “And no, just teaching him tricks of the trade.”

“Hey! You owe me a dollar!”

“I ain't paying you a fuckin' dollar.” Rip laughed.

“Rip!” Stella scolded him. She held out his water bottle for him.

Tate took his water from her and asked Rip, “so you don't go ass over teakettle?”

“Tate Dutton!” Her maternal voice came out.

Rip snorted. “Yeah, that's right. Here, here, here, here, here... Here. See that, Tate? That's him submitting.”

Stella rolled her eyes at the way Rip explained the horse’s body language to Tate. “It’s not submission, it’s trust. Now I see why you don’t train them.” She laughed at Rip’s playful glare. She looked at Tate. “No matter how much we train them, they can still overpower us if something pushes them to. We train to hopefully avoid having that happen so we can get work done, but animal instinct will win every time.”

“What does that mean?” Tate asked.

“Well that means he's ready to go to work. Hold on. Go nice and easy.” Rip held the horse still. “You can pet his face now.” Rip gave Tate permission. “There you go. Right up... there you go. That's a good job. All right, what do you say? Should we get another one?”

“Yeah!”

“Go get the gate for me.” Rip requested and Tate’s little legs flew to go to the gate. Stella smiled fondly at Rip and Kayce’s son bonding. Her face dropped as Kayce and John trotted up along the fence as Rip walked through the gate.

Rip joked to John and Kayce, “you can add babysitting to my list of talents.”

“Gotta say,” Kayce dismounted, “I didn't see that one coming.”

“Me neither.” They shared a chuckle.

Tate stepped forward, but John spoke, interrupting the 9 year old’s stride. “We need to talk.” That sounded important.

Rip nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Do you need me too, sir?” John didn’t have a chance to answer Stella because Tate made his presence front and center.

“I need to talk to you first, Grandpa. It's very serious.” His little face scrunched in a frown.

“All right.” John replied.

“Do I need to be part of this conversation?” Kayce asked.

Tate roasted his father like a marshmallow over a campfire. “You ain't got any money. Gotta be him.” All the adults laughed at the youngster’s brutal honesty.

“This should be good. Come on.” John grabbed his grandson’s shoulder and led him off away from everyone.

Kayce glanced at Stella, still unsure of how lightly he should tread. She stared back at him not knowing what to say. Kayce said to both her and Rip, “thanks for watching him.”

“It’s no problem, Kace.” She gave him a small smile.

“He's a smart kid. You can see it in his eyes.” Rip encouraged her best friend.

“Got that from his mother.”

“Yeah, kind of figured.” Rip laughed.

Stella sobered when she remembered Monica’s message to Kayce. “Speaking of his mother,” Stella cleared her throat, “she said she wanted to talk to you when you got back about the details for pick up and stuff. Might wanna talk to her soon.”

“I’m going to see her for a little bit after here anyhow.” Both men gauged Stella’s demeanor at the mention of the sensitive subject.

“Whatever floats your goat,” she said dismissively. She would rather avoid the topic all together.

From behind them, they heard Tate yelling for his dad. “Daddy! Daddy! You gotta train my horse!”

“I’m gonna go get started on chores Rip.” Stella turned on her boot heel and made herself scarce.

Both men watched her walk away. When she was far enough out of hearing distance, Rip turned to Kayce. “Still bumpy, huh?”

“Even after I talked to her about it.”

“You hurt her, Kayce. I’m surprised she’s talking to you at all.” Rip headed further into the barn.

Kayce got Tate settled in his truck. He looked back to his son. “Hang on tight for a minute. I gotta go find Aunt Stella.” He shut the door to go hunt for her.

Stella led another gelding out of the barn. He was another bay gelding named Kodiak. Kodi for short. He fought against her over the lip of the doorway. “It’s okay, buddy.” She stepped over the lip of the door and looked back at him. “C’mon Kodi, it’s not scary I promise.” The gelding took a moment to contemplate how he was going to go about getting through the doorway. He watched Stella and carefully lifted his front hoof and set it down when he realized it wasn’t anything dangerous. He bunny hopped the rest of the way and evened his gait out when he was away from the offensive doorway.

She huffed out a laugh at his antics. She clicked her tongue at him to walk on. “C’mom Kodi, let’s get to work.” Kodi and Stella trailed slowly to the pen. Walking around the corner, they almost ran Kayce over. Kodi chuffed in annoyance. Stella’s brows pulled together. “What’s up? I would have thought you left by now.”

“Is everything okay?” He asked. Stella felt the shyness in his question.

Her frown deepened. “You mean from yesterday? I’m still skeeved out, but I’ll be fine. Why?”

Kayce shook his head. “No, not that.” He was walking on eggshells and that irked her.

“Then what do you mean?” Kodi touched her elbow with his nose. She wrapped her arm under his jaw and pet the side of his face softly. The silence between them hung in the air.

“You know what I mean.”

Stella’s fingers pressed into Kodi’s large cheek and her lips pulled into a thin line. It was partially his refusal to say the words out loud that annoyed her the most. “Oh. That.” She sighed. “No, Kayce. I’m not. That shit really fuckin’ hurt. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I could have stopped it, should have stopped it, before it got that far. But neither of us did those things. So here we are.”

“Stella, I’m—,” he tried to apologize again, but she interrupted him.

“I get it, you’re sorry. I’m sorry too.” Kodi bumped her toward him. She sideyed the horse. “I’m thankful you helped me and my brother out yesterday, but I still need time. Okay?”

Kayce crossed his arms and stared at the ground. “Yeah.” He breathed in and finally looked back at her. “I got Tate waitin’ in the truck.”

“Yeah you go. I’ll be fine workin’ with Kodi here.” She watched as he backtracked to his truck.

Stella had been in the training pen for a good while now, running another one of the new horses since she finished up with Kodi. She spotted John as he sprinted down the hill toward the barn. He yelled out for Rip waving his jacket through the air.

“Sir, what’s wrong?” She called out.

“Jamie!” John shot past her. In the corner of her eye she detected a shape that looked like Rip. He dropped the wheelbarrow of hay he had, ready to take off.

Stella gauged the new mare. Her disposition had been very peaceful the whole time. Stella knew she was taking a chance, but she had a hunch she would be just fine. “Alright Ember girl, time to show me whatcha got.” Stella placed her foot in the stirrup and eyed the mare carefully. She stepped up, placing her full weight on the saddle. Ember moved forward slightly, but steadied herself with a huff.

Stella swung her leg over and leaned her hips forward and Ember started walking. Ryan walked by the pen at the right time. “Ry, open the gate. I'm gonna go with them.” He rolled his eyes at being halted but reached for the latch on the gate.

Stella gave Ember a swift tap with her heels and she took off. As they breezed by her brother she shouted over her shoulder, “thank you!” The horse and rider made it to the end of the barn just as John and Rip shot out of the building.

“What’s going on?” She hollered from behind them.

“Jamie left the house with a gun.” Rip looked at her as she caught up to him. “Did you see him at all? Did he grab a horse?”

Stella’s brows knitted together. She didn’t like the implication of what Rip meant. “No to either of those!” She shouted over the hoof beats. “He can’t be that far on foot! I’ll go high.” She leaned left and Ember responded by heading toward the hill. She thought it would give her a good vantage point to see wide.

When she reached the top, she looked back down to make sure the men were still heading in the same direction. When she saw they matched her stride for stride, she pushed Ember further along the ridgeline. Her eyes darted around for any sign of Jamie. Ember bobbed and weaved in between the trees along the ridge. She spotted orange on the ground. It was Jamie. She came to a stop a good distance away and glanced down at the men that had galloped along down below. She whistled multiple times as loud as she could. It caught John’s ear and his head whipped her way.

He met her at the top of the hill and she pointed to his son about 100 yards from them. “Go down to Rip. Wait with him.”

“Yessir.” She turned the mare around and they made their way down the hill.

Rip adjusted in his saddle while he watched her trot up to him. “New mare good to go?”

“I’d say she’s pretty damn good. Been on her a couple times before now, but this was the first time out of the safety of the pen.” Rip smiled at her briefly. “So was this about to be what I think it was?”

Rip nodded soberly.

“Hellfire.” Stella sighed.

“Speaking of hellfire, you wanna tell me what leaving a man to hang was all about?”

“Is now the time for that?”

“It’s the perfect time. We got nothin’ to do but wait.”

She chewed the inside of her bottom lip thinking back to what she told Jimmy the other week. “You heard John. He wants me to help Kayce. To protect this place. Like you do for him.”

“I don’t think he meant that far, Stella. That’s my job.”

“Yeah and one day it’ll be mine. This place is my home just as much as it is yours. I’m one of the ghosts that’ll haunt this place forever. Just like you.” His ice blue eyes met her red toned brown. They both knew that was the truth. She’d shown up one day with her brother, and eventually her soul decided that she was never going away. In an odd way, Rip was almost proud of her. Even with everything that had happened to her lately, she was still going to grit her teeth and muddle through somehow.

She continued. “That asshat threatened our home. We can’t be soft defending it. Because other dickheads like him and the Beck brothers will come along and try to steam roll us out of here.” She sighed. “And if that’s a sacrifice I have to make, to be barbaric to ensure this place and the people that reside here stay safe? Then so be it.”

John walked Jamie down the hill with his arm locked around his son’s. Both of them looked distraught, but in different ways. “He’s moving to the bunkhouse for a little while.”

The group made it back to the big house and John gave out directions. “Stella, you go with Jamie.” He thought her presence might be more soothing than Rip’s. “Rip you wait down here.” He looked at his son. “You just get a few things. You can come back and get them as needed.”

Stella prodded the lawyer gently. “C’mon Jame.” The nickname from when they were younger slipped out. “Let’s get you packed up.”

On the top floor they came to his bedroom door. Stella leaned her shoulder against it, crossing her arms and ankles. She watched the eldest sibling quietly. Stella had been able to determine that he wasn’t running for office any longer. It appeared he had moved back into his bedroom. It was clear he was in shambles. The rug got pulled out from underneath him, and by the looks of it, it was rather quick.

“I’m sorry Jame. The bunkhouse will set you right. It’ll be a nice change of pace.” Down the stairs behind her she could hear muffled voices talking. It sounded like Beth had gotten home.

“This is silly, Stella.” Jamie shoved clothes into a duffel bag resentfully.

“Is it? It’s a good reminder of what you’re fighting for. What we’re all fighting for.” He looked at her. “And really, are we all that bad?” She smirked at him.

He would have chuckled if he had it in him. “No. I suppose not.”

“That’s the Jamie I remember.” She smiled softly at him. Yes, he annoyed her to high hell, but she never would have wanted him to end his life. “And anyway, you’ll get to hang out with Kayce more. I think that’ll be good for you.” He zipped up the bag when there was no more room to stuff things in it. Stella straightened away from the door. “Alright, buckaroo. Let’s go.”

At the bottom of the stairs, John stood patiently waiting. He and Stella shared a look. “Rip, you take him on down to the bunkhouse. I have to talk to the women for a minute.”

“Yessir.” Rip nodded.

Beth perched herself on the couch in the living room. “How’s it hangin’ homewrecker?”

Stella removed her glasses and set them on a nearby table. She rubbed her face, dragging her hands several times up and down. “Shut the fuck up, Beth. It’s done and over with, okay? So drop it.” She picked her glasses back up and placed them on her face.

Beth could tell Stella wasn’t in the mood. She wanted to see how far she could push her. “Is it really? You’re still here and his wife isn’t.”

Stella glared at John still being present for this, but decided to lay everything out. Beth had left her no choice. “I would still be here regardless, you dickhead. The most I’ve talked to your brother in the last few weeks was yesterday and today. I had no sway in whatever decision they came to. It’s not my business. I did, however, make a promise to him,” she motioned to John, “that I would help Kayce protect this place from the back end. No matter what happened between us. So suck it up buttercup. I’m here to stay. Whether you like it or not.”

John moved to sit on a chair opposite of his daughter. He stared at both women before him. It was time to intervene. “I need you two to put whatever bullshit this is aside and tell me everything about your visits with Malcom Beck and his brother.”

Stella cocked a hip and crossed her arms. “I already told you everything last night, John. He came nosing around, I pissed him off, and I’m sure he had someone tailing me.”

Beth glanced at Stella feeling the anger bubble beneath the surface at her audacity of getting in between her brother’s marriage. Stella disregarded the heated glare from Beth. She knew the woman was furious with her for multiple reasons, but now wasn’t the time. If Malcom wasn’t poking around where he didn’t belong, they wouldn’t even be in the same room right now. Stella cautiously asked her, “he visited you too?”

“He metaphorically whipped it out to compare size.”

“He did that to me the other day.”

“Where?”

“At my house. The morning after one of his guards punched me.” Stella pointed to her face. The cut from the man’s ring had scabbed and evolved into a thin pink scar along the apple of her cheek. The bruise that surrounded it was ugly and yellow, but faded with each passing day.

Beth looked to her father. “He’s digging. What for?”

Stella offered her opinion. She’d had time to think about it. “Weak spots. He’s trying to figure out exactly how to fuck us. How to fuck us right out of this place.”

“I see you’ve pulled your head out of your ass.” Beth chided her. “Now you’re talking like a rancher.”

“Beth,” John warned her. He didn’t need this conversation going south.

“Okay fine.” She huffed. “What’re we gonna do about it?”

“Well Rip and the guys are already looking into it.” John sat back and observed Stella taking charge. The way she stood and the look on her face reminded him of Rip. “If you tell him about your run in, things might get done a little faster though,” Stella suggested.

“I don’t need someone to hold my hand through it, Stella.”

“I know you don’t.” Stella rolled her eyes with a huff. “What I’m saying is Rip would bend the laws of physics or break them entirely to make sure you’re safe. So it would keep the fire lit.”

Beth eyed Stella carefully. There was something different about the woman in front of her. It was unclear what had evolved in her. If Beth wasn’t so pissed at her, she might even be proud.

Stella leaned back against the wall and brought her arms across her chest again. “Listen, you can either tell him or not. I can’t make you do anything. All I know is before I came to stay here for a little while, someone was tailing me, and they’d been in my house when I wasn’t there.” Her eyes looked far away as she relived the moment. As mad as she was at the only Dutton daughter, she wanted to give her a warning. “Just, if you have to go out, be careful please. Guys like Malcolm can be all talk, but sometimes,” her thousand yard stare snapped back to the present, “we’re wrong.”

Beth was taken back by her observation. “Men like Malcolm like to be feared. He’s gonna try.”

“Which is exactly my point. Be careful.” Stella reasserted. The women stared each other down. John wasn’t sure if it was a battle of dominance or some form of quiet acceptance. She looked at John. “Is it okay if I go now sir?”

“Yeah you’ve helped more than you know. See you tomorrow.”

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

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dickgirldebord · 6 months

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Me walking for Vers BK at Fashion Week Brooklyn.

Wearing Shannen Maria Samuel motorcycle dress, Sext Pixels reconstructed denim skirt, Bitchfist NYC purple spike choker, and Kids Destroy fuzzy cossack

#me #fashion #runway #bitchfist #shannenmariasamuel #sext_pixels #kids.destroy

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julio-viernes · 2 years

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Chequeando la trayectoria de Calvin “Fuzzy” Samuels, al que sólo conocía como bajista de Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, me encuentro con la sorpresa de que comenzó su carrera a mitad de los 60s en los londinenses Blue-Ace-Unit (con Junior Marvin), Joe E. Young & The Toniks (con Conrad Isidore y Colin Young) y The Sundae Times (+ Isidore y Wendell Richardson) con los que sacó un curioso LP en 1969, “Us Coloured Kids”, producido por Eddy Grant de los Equals.

Marvin pasó a los Wailers de Marley, Young a Foundations, Richardson creó Osibisa y Samuels tocó con Dr. John, Marianne Faithfull, Steve Winwood, Kevin Ayers y Taj Mahal entre otros.

#the sundae times #fuzzy samuels #junior marvin #eddy grant

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MC hanging out with a friend who is now rich and has new employment

Friend: dont tell anyone but I made a deal with the devil

MC: **spits out their drink** you what?

Friend: yeah.. I was desprate..and it worked, she came..and then I said I give her some feathers and also a new "flesh vessel"

MC: huh? Who was it?

Friend: it was the devil..she had red eyes, black hair, nice body though

MC: **vanishes and storms to the HOL** LUCIFER SAMUEL MORNINGSTAR GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OVER HERE NOW!

Lucifer: you dont need to shout

MC: YOU ass..you made a deal with my friend

Lucifer: they made a deal with me

MC: Well undo it...and you.I expected it from the others but YOU

Lucifer: Are you just angry that I made a deal with your friend...they summoned me.. impressive, well if you want me to undo it, then I can go to them **summons both him and MC back at their house**

(ASMODEUS IS TUMBLR SEXY VILLIAN but obey me has over 5000 while H.B and Shadowhunters folloeing with 1000

Do you think MC uses a different middle name for him every time? Like just fill in the blank so they can pull out the full name lol.

Anyway I love the idea of MC being in the human world and someone they know is just like, yeah I talked to Lucifer, and they’re expecting MC to be like, what no you didn’t, but instead MC is just like, oh yeah I know that guy.

Lucifer’s just like I’m a demon this is what I do.

Though he would certainly be impressed with MC’s friend managing to summon him.

I also like the idea of all the brothers using Morningstar as a last name when they’re in the human world. Do you think if they marry MC that they would start using MC’s last name? I suppose it would depend on your MC. Pretty sure my MC would just start using Morningstar lol.

Also I don’t know about this Tumblr sexy villain thing is it a poll? All I know is that OM Asmo is not a villain, he’s my precious little sweetie pie 💕

(I apologize for the incoherency of my response. I spent all day yesterday traveling to get to a wedding only to wake up sick as fuck. Now I’m stuck in the hotel on a bed that might as well be made of rock while my family is at the wedding without me. My brain’s a little fuzzy from the sickness but I’m also bored so send me more asks if you like. Just be wary of even more nonsense than usual from me.)

#I love when MC gets sassy with Lucifer too #like ohhh powerful scary demon oh no #but MC is just like scolding him #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #anon asks #misc answers

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flowerbloom-arts · 8 months

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Some boat sillies + SunDog!Hodgkins

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nomaxart · 3 months

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Happy Birthday, Conway!

Happy 1st Birthday to Conway!

Yep! It is the 1 year anniversary of the release of version 0.01 (or whatever the versions were called back then) Let's have a talk, shall we? February 8th is when I uploaded and released it on itch. Why February 8th you may ask? Well, I had only planned January as an experimental month for myself, with the oil painting and the VN test. So I'd release it on february 1st... And then it, naturally, took longer. But I guess it works out so that we don't have the anniversary right on update release days.

The past

And yeah, what a year it's been! Thank you to all of you first of all for making this possible. Quite simply it wouldn't be possible without the support of all you generous peeps here. As it turns out, developing a game is a fuckton of work, and if I would need to pay the bills through commission work or what have you there would be no way I'd find the time and energy to work on Conway on the side. And I've mentioned it before in a few places, but for a while around May, June-ish it did look really dicey. The first half of the year I was bleeding about 500-700 bucks a month of my savings. The game didn't really pick up and a good amount of my walks were spent contemplating just when I'd have to see a sign before pulling the plug. End of June? Maybe it's worth to stretch it to July? At the lowest point, we were about a month away from pulling the plug on Conway. But right around that time, the trend in people subbing here started to pick up. While it's only in the past month or two that I've reached the point where I'm not actively bleeding money each month, the trend was the bit I needed to see that maybe people are interested after all!

The present

I've attached the itch stats of the past year. So those of you who would like to have a peek can do so. As you can see, Update 10 was a massive success at least in terms of numbers for the game. Update 9 was already the first one to break the record for downloads that the release day set, but Update 10 got picked up by the algorithms and sat in the most popular furry games for a while. Soooo, yeah, quite chuffed with that spike! We'll see what the long-term effects are, but for now I just enjoy the aesthetic of -BIG SPIKE-. And yeah, the game as a whole is just sitting in a good spot. We've had about 12k downloads in total, around 80k page visits, and a rating of 4.8/5 with 127 ratings (which btw, easy way to help, is to leave a juicy 5* rating on itch. Does wonders for the placement of the game in the different categories on the site, plus it gives me a fuzzy feeling in my tum tum.) It's also been such a joy to see that all characters end up having their share of fans judging by comments and that nobody is left in the dry. Of course, some of them have a bit of an easier time, like Samuel and Julian being the more sociable lot they are, and just the screen time they've had so far. While others like Raj or Arthur are slower burns and even they get some mentions as the favorites of some people, and that just makes me chuffed. Naturally, they're designed to cover different interests and preferences, but I'm always nervous if the characters are good, resonate with people and hope that they can be fun to be around. So any time someone mentions a character it just makes me so goddamn giddy. Some of them will be difficult to handle with grace, and I'm not perfect, so I'm sure for at least one of the main cast what I've planned will fall flat, or I mess it up in some fashion. But fuck it, I'll try. Not everything has been peaches and roses recently though, so I have to admit Updates 10 and 11 have been/are a bit of a struggle. I just messed up planning for my support writers, and it's been more or less just me handling everything for both updates 10 and 11. That's why art has been a bit sparse... Because most of my time is just taken up doing writing duty, and I'm not the fastest writer, unfortunately. Like, at this point, with the game having all the branches and 125k in total word count, the story for the characters and how they've interacted on the two initial days. It makes it a bit more difficult to actually get people on board in a timely manner. I can't just go and say, "Hey, write me a scene where this character and that character are involved, and they do that." Since a new writer knows absolutely zero about all the stuff that's been there before, all the stuff that's planned for the characters and all that jazz. So if one support writer is busy or just has writing block or whatever, it may be, my solution so far has just been going, "Well, shit." :') Not the fault of my writing buddies, of course. They've been absolutely invaluable and I can't offer nearly enough to expect to be the highest priority for them. I'm just happy they want to help out AT ALL for what I can pay them in return. I should have planned contingencies but didn't. Simple as that. So, I've made the decision to bring on another writer in Televassi, and also want to hopefully integrate Robert Baird more again going forward. With more of them willing to help out I will be able to assign things to people as they're available. Which hopefully will avoid me having to do whole updates on my own and take the pressure off of wonderful peeps like Rubric. So yeah, I learned my lesson there, but since it just takes time for people to get familiar with the Conway world and characters, it ended up with me being a bit swamped with EVERYTHING for Updates 10 and 11.

The future

Speaking of what's planned, then? Update 10 closes out day 2, and Update 11 starts after our first time skip. I don't know if you've ever looked at how slow these ships were, but if we ever want to make it to Cape Town, then we'll need those time skips. Not only that, but it also allows for characters to just develop in the meantime, and also their relationship towards the player character. While Characters like Nomax and Julian ended up having some raunchy scenes right away, it wouldn't exactly fit to have others throw themselves at you on day 2. So skipping ahead just keeps things moving, keeps things interesting because we can focus on specific parts more, and just show the development of characters at a more natural pace.

So the next sections are this first post-time skip section that subbed patrons already get a taste of in the WIP update, and then next up on the itinerary will be Morocco. Both sections I'm really stoked about! And I hope you are too. :)

Stretch goals? Patreon did away with them a while back, but we'll just make our own stretch goals, with blackjack and hookers. Just instead of blackjack and hookers, how about we talk Animations?! Hell yeah! I'm no animator, and it's not really a discipline I particularly enjoy either from the times I tried. So, since Patreon is currently about break-even, we can start thinking ahead a little, and I think the first point I want to tackle is some simple animations. Stuff like moving tails, ears, and eyes. Stuff like that.

So how about that, we're currently floating at around 1250 USD a month, and if we're crossing the 1500 USD mark, I'll be holding out my feelers to get these small animations into the game. If you like to contribute to making animations possible, consider supporting the Patreon over here: https://www.patreon.com/Nomax

Possibly animations, an exciting new section of the story, some more v2 character art, some more maritime menagerie characters. Sounds good for a year 2 plan?

I certainly hope so and hope that you all will be along for the ride, as it's been an absolute blast, and I can't thank you enough for making it possible. I just want this thing to be the best it can be for all of you. :)

#conway #visual novel #indie dev

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